Years passed since this incident. Their father never brought it up again and neither did Dean or Sam. For the first few months after Dean would hear Sam moaning his name in his sleep – and once in the shower. It made him feel incredibly lonely.

It was an entire year before Dean touched anyone else. The brothers were at a diner when a sexy brunette began eye fucking him from the corner. He threw her a smirk and she was over at their table in a flash. Dean remembered turning to Sam to tell him he would be back in a little bit. The look of complete devastation on his little brother's face almost made him change his mind but in order for their relationship to get back to normal he had to do this. Many girls followed after this one and eventually Sam stopped outwardly reacting.

Sam was seventeen the first time he had sex with a girl. She was a decent looking girl who met them while they were bowling. She eagerly followed them to a restaurant. He expected her to turn her eyes on Dean but she went for Sam. When she asked him to go back to her place his eyes immediately fell on his brother's.

"Should I Dean?" he asked questioningly.

Dean's face strained into a grin. "Sure. You kids go have fun."

The brother's exchanged a long look. Sam quickly blinked the tears from his eyes and left with her. Dean couldn't take another bite of his food.

*One year later*

Sam and his father had just gotten in a huge fight. Sam told him he was going to college. He was done hunting. John tried to force him to stay but he said, "You're not taking away what I want anymore."

Sam grabbed his bags and walked out of the hotel room bumping into Dean. Dean stared at his brother coldly. "How can you do this?"

"I can't be this close to you," Sam told him truthfully making Dean shift uncomfortably. "It might not matter to you –"

"What doesn't matter to me? You? You're the most important thing in the world to me."

"Us. What we did together."

Dean groaned, "Come on, Sam that was four years ago. We were stupid kids."

Sam's eyes filled with tears again. "I just – I can't."

And he was gone, leaving Dean with a horrible longing sensation.

*2 years later*

"Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home for a few days."

It all came crashing back down on Sammy. He was back with his family only this time his father was gone for good. He pushed his feelings aside and tried to make his relationship with his brother normal.

*Many years later*

Sam and Dean were wasted at Bobby's house. The apocalypse was looking like a definite thing and all they could do was drink their fear away. Bobby had retired for the night calling them idjits and telling them not to break his stuff.

"Another beer?" Dean asked as he stumbled towards the kitchen.

Sam stretched exposing the tight muscles in stomach. Dean stared at him for a brief moment but quickly turned his head. "I think I want food," Sam told him seriously following him into the kitchen.

Sam bent down looking at the crap in Bobby's fridge. There was a jar of blood, a jar of eye balls and some condiments. Dean couldn't help but check out his little brother. He had grown into one of the most gorgeous people he had ever scene. And that ass. Dean sucked in deeply feeling possessive over it. Over the moment he never got. He felt his dick twitch.

Sam groaned pulling himself into a standing position. "So much for food." When he turned to look at Dean, he found his eyes full of lust. Sam's heart stuttered so many times he thought it would stop all together.

"Dean?" he whispered.

Dean didn't say anything. He couldn't. He was afraid what would come out if he opened his mouth. Sam closed the distance between them, embracing his brother tightly. They clung on to each other not daring to pull away. Sam could feel Dean's rock hard cock on his leg. It made him tremble.

"Sammy," Dean purred. Sam groaned as his dick grew harder. It had been so long since Dean said his name like that. He thrust his long member against Dean's stomach. The pair pulled back from the hug moving towards each other.

The light flickered on. Bobby was half asleep when he entered the kitchen. "Thirsty," he explained not looking in their direction.

Dean immediately backed off. Sam threw him a pleading look but he simply sat his beer down and said, "I'm hittin' the sack. Don't wake me up early."

*A month later*

The Winchesters were in heaven. Not something either of them expected. They stumbled around each other's memories. Dean was still going off about Sam's greatest memory being Thanksgiving at another family's house when the scene changed. They were in some crappy motel. It took Dean a moment until it crashed down on him.

"It's the hotel."

Sam simply nodded, "Yeah, it is. This must be mine."

Dean shook his head slowly. "No, it's mine."

Sam turned on him quickly staring at him with confused eyes. Dean shook it off. He sat on the bed – the bed. Sam joined him. "So this is what we do in Heaven, huh?" he tried to joke. "Get each other off."

Dean sighed deeply and before he could stop himself, he muttered, "God, I hope."

Sam reached out to touch him but Dean stood up quickly, "Not in Heaven yet, Sammy. Well, we are - keep the mission in mind!"

*A few days later*

Sam and Dean sat in Bobby's living room staring at their brother. The brother who had been ripped to shreds but now was back to take Dean's place as Michael's vessel.

"How much has Zachariah told you?" Dean demanded.

Adam looked smug. "He said you and Sam were 'psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other'. I can't stay he's wrong."

Dean's turned red as he tried not to look at his brother.

*A year and half later*

RoboSam sat in the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean needed his real brother back, not this soulless excuse for Sam. They had just taken down two vampire sisters. Normally, his little brother would be whining right now about how it wasn't their fault, and how badly he felt for them. Now Sam simply picked blood out of his nails saying nothing.

Suddenly Castiel appeared in the backseat almost making Dean crash.

"Damn it, Cas!"

"Sorry," he said unapologetically. "I just wanted to check in. Any word on the soul search?"

"Not yet. We just got done ganking two vamps sisters. We've been hunting them for about a week."

Cas nodded, "Congratulations."

Dean snorted. "Thanks, Cas. It's a shame because they were hot. I could have had some fun with them pre-vamp. Hell, it kind of seemed like they were having fun with each other." He mused feeling slightly turned on.

"Having fun?"

Dean rolled his eyes at Cas' cluelessness. "Sex, Cas."

Castiel's eyebrows pulled together. "Do siblings normally have intercourse?"

Sam glanced up, "Dean and I have."

Dean slammed on his breaks sending everyone flying forward. "Sam!"

Castiel looked even more awkward than usual. "I should go."

"Not a peep about this to anyone, feather boy." Dean demanded.

Cas simply nodded then was gone.

Dean turned to Sam shooting him a death stare. "What the fuck, Sam!"

Sam simply shrugged. "We did."

"But we're not supposed to talk about it!"

"You're the one who never wanted to talk about it. I was in love with you."

Dean felt his heart drop to his stomach. "You were?" he whispered.

Sam turned back to him nails. "For a few years."

"How many?" the Impala owner demanded.

"I don't know – all of them? All of them up to when I went in the pit."

Dean sighed deeply feel electricity running through every atom. "So until you lost your soul."

"Yeah, I guess so."

*A couple of years later*

Dean is drunk. Drunk is probably putting it lightly. He is hammered. He stumbles back into their new secret hideout barely able to stand. Sam looks up from his computer when he comes in. "Oh, shit."

"Fuck, Cas!" Dean declares before heading towards the floor. Sam barely makes it in time to keep him up. He pulls him to the couch.

"What did he do now?"

"He can't trust me?" Dean slurs. "With the fuckin' – fuckin' – what's it called? Angel tiblet."

"Tablet," Sam corrects.

"He can't truff me!" Dean scoffs before turning his attention to Sam. "And you! You left me in purgatory to friggin' rot, you ungrateful son of a beautiful woman!"

Sam sighs deeply. "I didn't know you were in purgatory."

"'Cause you didn't look."

"I assumed you were dead," Sam tells him. "I couldn't focus on it – I couldn't take losing you again. I came so close to hurting myself."

Dean stared at him for a long moment. "Fuck Sam, stop being so in love wiff me."

Sam cleared his throat, chuckling lightly. "You make it so difficult," he teased.

Dean cocked his head before grabbing Sam and thrusting his lips against his. Sam let out a surprise groan then immediately melted into his brother's mouth. He tasted like whiskey. It was beautiful. Dean lay down on the couch pulling Sam on top of him. He thrust upward shoving his boner into Sam's belly. Sam moaned loudly in response feeling like a teenager again.

"Oh dear."

The voice made Sam jump about 100 feet in the air. He turned to see Castiel staring at the pair with wide eyes. "I will come back some other time."

Dean pushed Sam off as he went for Castiel. It looked like he intended to punch him but when he got a few feet closer, Dean collapsed onto the ground. Sam sighed as he bent down to pull him up. He threw his passed out brother on the couch.

"Are you alright, Sam?"

Sam stared at Castiel with watery eyes. "I'm in love with my brother, Cas. I'm just friggin' peachy."