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Sam woke to the sound of a car door shutting close. He was instantly alert. He knew he had fallen asleep in the Bunker but now he was in…the Impala? He looked out the window and saw he was in a strange garage and Dean was taking stuff out of the trunk. Sam blinked once, twice, and then a third time for good measure.

Was he still dreaming?

Dean looked through the window, Sam could tell it was just to check on him and noticed that Sam was awake if the huge smile was any indication. Dean dropped the things he was carrying and ran to the Impala to open the door.

"Sammy, you're awake, I thought you were going to sleep the whole night," Dean frowned, "You look like you need a good night sleep. Why haven't you've been taking care of yourself?"

Sam looked at Dean like he was nuts; was he fucking serious?

"Don't give me that poopoo face," he said annoyed.

Sam opened his mouth to give Dean a piece of his mind when he felt himself being picked up as if he weighed nothing, bridal style.

"What the fuck, Dean, put me down," he emphasized each word with a punch to Dean's chest.

"Stop it, Samuel," Dean answered harshly which had Sam stopping. Dean's eyes were also black.

"Dean, please, I can cure you. Let's go back to the Bunker and you can be human again."

Dean stared at Sam and kept walking. Sam was too focused on Dean to pay attention where he was being taken. Sam waited impatiently while Dean took his time to answer.

"Say you do cure me, Sam, what about the mark on my arm? As long as I have it I will always become a demon, it's only a matter of time. No, trust me, what I have planned is better."

Sam felt his stomach drop, "What do you have planned?"

Dean let Sam down and he finally paid enough attention to observe his surroundings. He did now and he couldn't believe what he saw.

"Is this—is this Sinclair's house," he asked.

Dean shrugged, "It's ours now, the house has recognized me as its new owner and therefore, you."

Sam felt his heart beating three times its normal speed. He was afraid, not for himself, but for Dean. He had to convince Dean to let Sam help him.

"Dean," he was interrupted.

"Listen, Sam, I have a plan and I promise it's a good one."

"How Dean, you don't want to be cured."

Dean walked up to Sam and Sam was ashamed to admit that the reason he took a step back was that he was afraid of his brother who had kidnapped him and taken him to a sociopath's house; his brother who was a demon.

"Dean please, I can fix this; we can fix this."

"Sammy," Dean put his hand to Sam's cheek, "just listen."

Sam couldn't help but lean into that little touch. He had missed his older brother all these weeks, he would take any comfort he could. What he didn't notice was Dean's small smile of triumph. Dean would definitely have Sam every way he wanted, he wouldn't deny himself any longer.

"Dean, what's your plan?"

Dean had been lost in the thoughts of what he would do to his brother that he had forgotten that he was trying to reassure Sam.

"Sit," Dean indicated towards the sofa. Sam, being the little shit that he was, crossed his arms, "I think I'll stand, thanks," he said stubbornly.

Dean shrugged, "Suit yourself," he said while sitting on the sofa.

Sam stared at Dean expectantly.

"A few days ago I heard a woman calling for help. She was about to be raped. I went to help—well, not help her, per say. I wanted to kill, I wanted blood. God Sammy, you have no idea how much I crave spilling blood…"

"Dean, please, you need help."

"Shh," he said while putting his lip up to his mouth; Dean was surprised that Sam did be quiet—and was unable to talk.

"Oops, sorry, every day I am finding out something new about my abilities. You can talk."

"What the fuck, Dean?

"Sorry, accident."

Sam glared at him, "Now, where was I, oh yeah, rescuing the woman. So I had finished killing the would-be rapist and was going to kill her too when a small, annoying part of my brain reminded me that she was innocent."

Dean shrugged, "Turns out a small part of me is still human. So, after the discovery that annoyingly human part told me 'take yourself out of the equation somehow before you hurt an innocent person. I listened. The next thing I knew I was driving to Sinclair's house and thought to myself 'I can lock myself in there and not worry about killing humans.'

"Anyway, I was going to go see you one last time when something happened and I decided to keep you here, with me, instead."

Sam stared at Dean incredulously, "Are you insane? Your plan is pure madness, Dean," he screamed while raising his arms in exasperation. Of all of Dean's moronic plans, this one took the fucking cake.

Dean smiled, "Sammy," he got up and walked towards Sam. He felt a little hurt when his baby brother took a step back.

"Sam," he put his hand on Sam's cheek, "I was prepared to leave you, I was gonna see you one last time and then let you live your life, but, unfortunately for you, I'm selfish."

Dean brought Sam's forehead down so it could touch Dean's, "I saw what you were dreaming," Sam tried to pull back and Dean could see the fear in his eyes, "No, don't, I've felt the same way for—well, years, Sammy. After finding out you feel the same I just couldn't leave you."

Dean watched Sam's expression how it went from fear to shock to disbelief. Dean couldn't take it anymore, he kissed Sam. At first Sam was too shocked to do anything, then he got into the kiss, and finally, he seemed to wake up and pushed Dean away, "No! This isn't right, Dean!"

"Why not, we both want it."

"Because it isn't Dean, we're brothers. This is—this is sick."

Dean sighed, of course, Sam would have reservations but it didn't matter, Dean had time and eventually, he would get what he wanted, his Sammy.

"Fine, but you need to sleep. I don't like those bags under your eyes."

Sam crossed his arms over his chest and Dean knew that Sam was going to give him a hard time. He sighed and walked up to Sam.

"Sleep, Sam," Dean made it a command and pushed it into Sam's mind. Sam immediately fell asleep and Dean caught him. He couldn't help but smile. Sam looked adorable when he was asleep. Dean picked Sam up bridal style and carried him to their room. Dean couldn't help but whistle while settling Sam on the bed. Everything will be just fine.