What appears to be like an eternity in darkness Sam eventually opens his eyes, blinking to clear the blurry vision that greets him before realizing that he's back in the motel they stayed at when they first came to Cleveland, Tennessee. Slowly he sits himself up, placing a hand on the wound that was caused by Phebe's head-banging and finds a large plaster on it. Looking around he can't help but smile as his eyes catches the beautiful sight of Dean, sleeping in the nearby chair with his arms wrapping around himself.
As though by instinct Dean starts to stir, stretching out his arms and legs, opening his eyes to the sight of Sam fully awake from the attack that happened earlier on in the day, staring back at him with those hypnotizing hazel eyes.
"How ya doing Sammy?" He asks huskily, pushing himself off the chair and sitting down next to Sam on the bed.
"A slight headache but I'm doing pretty good…thanks to you I might add," Sam manages to say, rubbing a hand on Dean's thigh and looking straight into his eyes.
"I'm sorry I didn't trust you enough to let you go on your own. It's just that," he stops to turn away, trying not to cry at the terrible thought that's roaming in his mind, "You're my little brother and I promised you, Dad and myself that I'd protect you no matter what. I love you so much Sammy…it couldn't bear to think of losing you again, not after what we've been through so much together."
Sam notices a lonely tear trail down Dean's cheek as he grips Dean's chin with his thumb and forefinger, turning it so that he's facing him, thumbing the tear gently so it doesn't blemish his perfect skin.
"And I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you too Dean and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for saving me," Sam blesses, still cupping his chin, before leaning in and gently brushes his lips against Dean's full, cherry ones. It's a long and passionate kiss, lips on lips and nothing else. When they break away Dean licks his lips and smirks, "What? So no arguing about this?"
"Well, I've realized now that no matter what happens to us, I'm always going to need you. For whatever reason, you'll always be there for me like I'll always be there for you," Sam then smiles, "Just promise you'll back off a little when I need some space?"
It's Dean now who pulls Sam close into another loving kiss before answering him, "I promise Sam. Cross my heart."
As soon as that word leaves his lips Sam jerks back, a large dimpled smile appearing, "Speaking of hearts, did you take care of our "problem"?"
"If you mean finding Lawson's head, which I won't discuss, putting it back with its body, then finally salting and burning it then yes…and all while you were sleeping." Dean then gets up and makes his way over to his duffle bag which is sitting comfortably against the chair he was sleeping in just a moment ago.
"Sammy, could you do me a little favour?"
"Of course, whatever you want."
"Could you just step into the bathroom for a minute. I need to prepare your Valentine's Day surprise. We've still got plenty of time to make up."
Sam looks over at the alarm clock on his bedside table and can see what he means, it's only 6:15 p.m. Turning to face Dean, he can see him waiting for him to get into the bathroom with his trademark smirk on his face, the bag behind his back.
"Alright…just don't be too long. You know how impatient I get waiting for your surprises," Sam points with his finger, as though threatening him but not really, before he disappears into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. Dean immediately gets to work on making this the best Valentine's Day his brother has ever had, revealing a bunch of red roses from behind the window curtain…
"Dean, it's been almost 15 minutes!" Sam calls from inside the bathroom, "How long are you going to have me wait? I'm starting to get restless!" He'd been pacing up and down the small bathroom and, like he said, is getting pretty impatient but finds that he doesn't have to wait long as he hears Dean calling him from behind the door.
"You can come in Sammy but close your eyes!"
"Oh what! I'm still not allowed to see! Jeez Dean, the suspense's killing me!" He huffs but complies anyway, turning the doorknob and closing his eyes as the door creaks open.
He feels a brush of air against his skin and finds that Dean's rushed past him and is covering his eyes with his hands, guiding him carefully into the "bedroom". When they reach the bed Dean whispers to Sam to keep his eyes closed as he takes his hands away.
"Okay, you can open them now." Dean orders, a little psyched at what he has planned for tonight and what Sammy's reaction will be once he sees it.
When he opens them Sammy's truly amazed at the scene laid out before him; Dean had gone full out to make this the best Valentine's day yet. He'd only decorated the floor and mostly the bed with red rose petals with a bunch of roses resting in a vase on the bedside table, obviously for him. The room's dark except from the several candles that are scattered around the room and giving the room a relaxing glow, the scent of lavender filling the air and Sam feels relaxed as he inhales the smell. He's about to turn round, kiss him squarely on the lips and tell him that it's the best Valentine's Day gift but Dean backs away, walking over to a stereo the room had in the corner of the room.
"Wait a minute, Sammy, here's the finishing touch," Dean utters, shoving in a CD and pushing down on the "Play" button. Sam's open-mouthed at what he's playing; one of his favourite songs - You and Me by Lifehouse. Dean returns to Sam's side and takes his hands into his own before slowly edging him into a slow dance. Sam moves in closer and rests his cheek on Dean's head, being so tall it's the only thing he can do.
What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
"Dean, this is just pure bliss. Just when I thought you weren't a romantic, you go and spring this on me. I love it, thank you," Sam praises, wrapping his arms around Dean, feeling his gentle heartbeat thump alongside his own.
I can't keep up
And I can't back down
I've been losing so much time
"Oh, I'm not finished yet Sammy. There's any surprise in stall for a little later," Dean smirks, looking up into Sam's beautiful hazel eyes which seem to glisten in the candlelight as they continue to sway with the music.
'Cause it's you and me and all of the
People with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
"Can I have it now?" Sam beseeches, showing off his dimpled smile complete with puppy dog eyes.
And it's you and me and
All of the people and I don't
Know why I can't keep my eyes off
Of you
"What about this?" Dean nods to their swaying, "I thought you loved to dance?"
All of the things that I want to say
Just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping inwards
"I do but I love you more and whatever you have planned, I'd like to indulge in it as soon as possible," Sam then leans down and lightly kisses Dean on those luscious, cherry lips oh his.
You got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here
Dean licks his lips before forming them into his trademark smirk, "Well, when you ask for it like that, how can I possibly refuse?"
Cause it's you and me and all of the
People with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
Dean moves their swaying to the edge of the bed, turning so that Sam's back's to it and let's go of his hands. Looking up at his little brother Dean begins to unbutton Sam's shirt, sliding it off his arms and throwing it somewhere to the side. He then starts to finger Sam's belt buckle before unbuckling it, pulling it off and throwing it to his other side. He then grips the zip and slowly unzips them, allowing them to pool onto the floor before allowing Sam to step out of them, who's now only in his boxers. Dean pushes him gently onto the bed and leans in, taking his lips into a loving, chaste kiss, "I need you to lie at the top of the bed for me."
And it's you and me and
All of the people and I don't
Know why I can't keep my eyes off
Of you
Sam can only smile as he complies, crawling up the bed until he reaches the pillows and lies back, waiting to see what Dean's about to do next. Still standing at the foot of the bed Dean pulls his black t-shirt over his head and slings it somewhere, not really caring where, before pulling down his zipper and stepping out his jeans as they slide down his strong legs. Now also in his boxers, which were black by the way, Dean makes his way to his bag and pulls out two pieces of white chiffon.
There's something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right
"And what pray tell are you going to do with those I wonder?"
Dean climbs up the bed, a piece in each hand, and stops when he's looking over Sam, that smirk on his face, as he leans in next to his ear and whispers, "I'm going to tie you to the bed."
'Cause there's you and me and all of the
People with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
Sam's a little hesitant at being tied up but Dean's reassuring look on that handsome face causes him to settle back down, knowing full well that he's in perfect hands which are tying the chiffon gently round his wrists before applying them to the knobs on the edge of the headboard.
And it's you and me and
All of the people and I don't
Know why I can't keep my eyes off
Of you
Kneeling on the edge of the bed Dean glances down at the bound Sam, his eyes still glistening in the candlelight, noticing his tight biceps and abs flex as he adjusts himself on the bed.
"Dammit, Sammy, you are so beautiful. I mean really," Dean utters, lowering himself down so he can capture Sam's lips with his, a hand pressing against Sam's head to deepen the kiss.
What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
When they break away Dean notices Sam blush, his cheeks reddening just a little and he thinks it's the most stunning sight he has ever seen, "That's twice you've called me beautiful. Are you sure you're not the one that's not feeling okay?"
"I'm feeling just fine, Sammy. Now, let's get on with the show."
Climbing off the bed and over to his duffle bag, Dean digs in and pulls out a brown, plastic bottle which Sam can just make out as chocolate syrup. Dean steps back onto the bed on his knees and looms over Sam, flicking the top off as he's about to squirt it. The brown sauce droops out of the bottle and onto Sam's warm body as he shudders a little, the sensation causing his skin to go all goose-pimply. Dean makes sure that it covers both his erect nipples, drawing a line between the two, before drawing it from the hollow in his chest straight down to his "innie" navel. Sam can only gasp as the cool sauce settles on his warm skin. Putting the bottle down for the moment Dean crawls over him, his hands beside Sam's heaving chest before bowing down and taking a chocolate-covered nipple into his mouth.
"Huh!" Sam gasps as Dean's tongue laps up the thick sauce whilst his lips caresses the tight, pink nub, sucking on it gently. Once that's devoid of sauce he trails his tongue across his chest until he reaches the other, licking and sucking like he did just seconds ago.
Sam tugs at the binds as the sensation of Dean sucking chocolate off his chest becomes too unbearable, his arousal becoming too obvious in his tight boxers. Dean takes notice, looking up from his licking and smirks, "I can see that you're obviously enjoying this. Let me take these off for you. Get some air down there."
Once Dean relieves him of his underwear, flinging them somewhere to his left, he picks up the bottle again and uncaps the top. With Sam's cock now flat on his stomach Dean squirts the chocolate along the large, sensitive vein and keens when he hears Sam gasp at its touch. Once he's satisfied that there's enough chocolate on that heated flesh, he caps the top shut and throws it over to his bag before taking a good look at what he's created.
"Now for the main course," Dean smirks, as he grips the base of Sam's large arousal, the chocolate now dribbling onto his fist, before opening up his mouth and taking the whole lot in one go. The taste of chocolate and Sam is pure heaven as Dean's hot mouth slides up and down it, making sure to lap every bit of chocolate. Sam can't take it anymore; he's tied up, covered in lapped-up chocolate and Dean's saliva and now he's getting the best blowjob he's ever had in his entire life. Feeling that Sam's about to literally explode Dean presses down on his hips and only sucks faster, wanting to taste both his cum and the chocolate before he swallows it down. Thankfully he gets his wish as a few moments later Sam's hips buckle and shoots his load into Dean's mouth, who swallows as much as he can as well as the chocolate that's still in his mouth. Once settled Sam flumps on the bed, gasping with intensity, with Dean kissing his way back up before engulfing his spent brother in a hot-blooded kiss that's filled with saliva, chocolate and Sam's "essence".
"I never knew that it would taste so good," Sam gasps, licking the mixture from his swollen lips as Dean unties the chiffon and allows him to collapse on his chest, playing with the amulet that lies there comfortably, like it's meant to.
"Me neither. We'll have to try that again sometime," Dean suggests, wrapping an arm round Sam and hugging him closer.
"Thank you for tonight Dean and thank you for these," He then reaches out and takes out a rose from the vase on the bedside table, taking it to his nose to smell its lovely scent, "They're beautiful."
"You are so sad, you know that right? Anyway, it was my pleasure. Happy Valentine's Day Sammy," Dean replies, kissing Sam on the forehead.
"Goodnight love," Sam yawns before allowing his eyes to close and hopefully drift into sleep.
"Goodnight Sammy. Love you," Dean hears himself say, finding it weird that he doesn't find it uncomfortable saying it.
"Love…you…too."
The room's now filled with silence as Dean creeps out the bed and blows out all the candles before rushing back into the warmth of his dosing brother, happy with himself at what he'd done tonight for his Sammy after what they've been through lately…