CHAPTER 4.

Dean sighed. He had spent the last hour spinning a half dollar coin on the table (and had actually become pretty good at it) with the only hope to annoy Sam. He just couldn't stand that heavy silence between them anymore. He just couldn't stand that Sam was staring unblinking at his precious laptop, ignoring him.

"Hey, Sammy," he finally spoke.

"Hmm…" Sam mumbled, without lifting his eyes from his computer.

He sure wouldn't find out what killed those men in the park while browsing through the online TV guide. And all he had typed in the Google tool bar so far was "khqfgihuvbhjqfgilug", but it didn't matter. Dean couldn't see that from where he was sitting...

"Found something?" Dean questioned.

Sam shook his head and silence fell again, leaving Dean's questions still floating in his head...

Dean let out another sigh, rubbed the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut briefly.

"You know, Sammy, we'll have to talk about it at some point."

His voice was soft and warm, and yet it sent a cold chill down Sam's spine. The youngest Winchester swallowed hard. Those were the words he had feared to hear...

"Talk about what?" He asked in a fake detached tone, still avoiding his brother's emerald eyes.

He knew perfectly well what Dean meant, and he knew he wouldn't be able to avoid the subject much longer but maybe he could buy himself a few more time. Maybe he could keep on pretending nothing had happened. After all, he just couldn't let his brother know how much this had affected him...

"About your addiction to porn," Dean smirked, taking Sam out of his torpor.

Sam's eyes met Dean's briefly, and he shook his head in amusement. Dean smiled triumphantly, relieved to see Sam a bit more relaxed, but his bright smile instantly vanished like a shooting star in a night's sky.

"Sam, it was just a kiss, stop freaking out," he said flatly.

He was not convinced himself. Not at all. But he had to pretend he was.

"Just a kiss?" Sam exclaimed in a cracked voice, "it was..."

He bit his lower lip, swallowing whatever words he intended to say.

"It was?" Dean asked, expectantly.

Sam lowered his eyes.

"This is bad... This is... really, really bad, dude!"

His words were barely a whisper and something tightened in Dean's throat.

"Did you..." Dean's voice trailed off, "hate it that much?"

"Who cares?" Sam shrugged.

"I do," Dean mumbled. "Just look at me straight in the eye and tell me you really hated it, and I swear I'll never mention this anymore..."

Sam gulped. He didn't want to lie to Dean, but he didn't want either to admit that he actually loved the kiss they exchanged. He tried to look away, but before he even knew, Dean had cupped his chin and his deep green eyes were looking intently into his, the same look he had on that 1999 hot summer night...

"Sam! Dammit, where the hell were you?" Dean yelled when Sam showed up, after two days missing.

"Lost my way..." Sam mumbled. His clothes were dirty and torn, his hair was wet from sweat, there were small scratches on his face and arms and there was no doubt he hadn't slept at all in the last 48 hours.

"Lost your way?" Dean shouted. "Do you realize Dad and I were worried to death?"

"Sorry..."

He looked so pitiful that Dean's anger faded away. Truth is Dean felt so happy and so relieved to see his little brother again while he had imagined the worst that he was just unable to stay mad at him much longer.

"Are you hurt or something?" He questioned, inspecting Sam from head to toe, a worried look on his face.

Sam shook his head.

"No... I'm ok... Dean... Did you... miss me?" He asked, and the full moonlight allowed Dean to notice the faint flush on his brother's cheeks.

"Sure I did! I had to do the washing-up myself!" Dean smirked.

Sam grinned and threw himself into Dean's arms.

"Of course I missed you, you moron!" Dean said, holding his brother tight and caressing his hair, "Never do that again, you hear me?"

He then took a step back and looked at Sam straight in the eye and Sam could see that tears had run from Dean's eyes and were shining in the moonlight, twinkling like diamonds on his cheeks.

Dean closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against Sam's. Gently. Softly. The kiss tasted of salt and of a forbidden fruit.

"I'll never leave you again, Dean," Sam promised.

A promise he broke all too soon, two years later, as he left for Stanford...

"Answer, Sammy..." Dean finally said.

His tone was more a plea than an order. Heart beating fast, he was waiting for Sam to tell him how sick this was, to tell him that they had to bury that and never talk about it again, just like they did about their first kiss. This was the only way to bring him back to his senses and move on.

But Sam remained silent. Their lips were now dangerously close and if Dean concentrated enough, he was sure he could hear Sam's heartbeats.

"1999... I never forgot, Dean... Never..." Sam whispered.

Dean opened his mouth to say something but before he could form any word, Sam captured his lips in a very wild kiss. His tongue played with Dean's as though his life depended on it, as though he would never let Dean go, and all those years of frustration and of fight against his true feelings flew away.

"Wow..." Dean let out as they parted away, "your chewing-gum tastes awful, Sammy! Is that peach flavoured?" He teased.

"Fuck you!" Sam said, laughing.

"Just kidding! In fact, I'd love to taste it again..." Dean murmured into Sam's ear.

He grabbed Sam's hand and led him to the bed. Clothes fell onto the ground. Fingers intertwined. Bodies moved in rhythm. Lips met, again, and again, kissing and whispering sweet words.

The whole act was an explosion of long time desire, complicity and a love so pure that never something so wrong had ever felt so right...

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Published on July.24 2011