A/N:Thank you so much for your favorites and follows, i hope i will not let you down! I tried my best for this chapter! Also, i want to thank all those who just read the first chapter instead of doing something else! Thank you, it means a lot to me!
I hope you enjoy! A/N

Sam felt like the only thing he could do was run. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he had to run. Run... From what? From his father and his cruel but true declarations? Or, far from a life full of darkness, pain, blood and tears, death and destruction?

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"But, haven't you always been the cause of death and destruction?" Sam heard the all too familiar devilish voice echoing loud and clear in his head. This cursed voice, which many called 'conscience' was always there, torturing the young man. And now, Sam realized how easily the hunter could become hunted. Because, while Sam could defend himself against the mightiest and most vicious creatures the world had to offer, he could not defend himself against his own kind, and more importantly against his feelings.

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And now, one of those feelings, was building up in his chest, and to Sam it seemed as though it had a life of its own, and was able to take on any shape. To him, it felt like a hand was clinching around his lungs, making it hard to breathe, around his heart, making every beat feel like it was the last one. And this feeling was no other than...Guilt. "If it weren't for you Dean would have a proper family, with a mother, a father, a nice house..." "No! Stop, it wasn't my fault..." Sam whispered to himself but the voice continued, echoing even louder in his head...

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"He would have been a normal kid, with all sorts of toys to play with and a tone of happy childhood memories to look back to." At this point Sam's hazel eyes could no longer glance at the road ahead and their blur was not caused by the rain..."And the most important, he would have a normal relationship, with some girl, instead of having this...perverted and twisted thing you two-" "No!" Sam screamed loud and clear. "No, no!" he yelled again, falling to his knees, right in the middle of the, now empty due to the heavy rain, road.

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"No..." Sam repeated, raising his red rimmed eyes to look at the clouded sky, seeking, desperately needing... What? A sign from God? No, no way. Then what? Minutes passed and Sam remained were he was, kneeling right there, in the middle of the road,eyes fixed on the sky. "I am so sorry..." he whispered, his voice hoarse and broken. "I am so sorry mom..." But his pleadings were washed away by the rain before they could be heard by anyone, let alone the person Sam needed to hear them.

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Ten minutes later, and the rain had stopped, stopped as fast as it had started and the clouds started moving North following the the direction of the wind, which was blowing gently. Upon feeling the wind surrounding his wet body, Sam's hazel eyes finally moved from the sky to the right side of the road and only then he became aware of his surroundings.

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He had reached the other side of the town and was now outside the old roadhouse, in which Dean had been earlier, seeking information. Sam's hazel orbs scanned the place, but found no signs of any human being in it. And so, his eyes fell to his hands and knees, which were dripping blood, from where he had fall to the ground. Ever so slowly, the younger man tried to pull himself up, but failed, his legs too weak to hold his full weight. So he stayed exactly were he was, body shivering violently from the cold, heart shuttering to pieces with every beat...

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That's how Dean found him, five minutes later. Once again, the younger man was lost to the world and didn't hear the sound of the Impala closing in. "Son of a bitch!" Dean swore colorfully, when his sharp eyes which were scanning the area, located Sam on his knees in the middle of the road. The older man stopped the car a few meters away from the spot where Sam was kneeling. He pulled off in the abandoned parking lot the roadhouse once used, got out of the car and run towards him. "Sam? Sammy? What are you doing here?" the older hunter asked voice weary, eyes shining. "Sam, look at me." Dean said voice softer, but the younger man didn't move an inch. And so Dean kneeled beside him, taking his face in his hands.

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"Sam, come on dude, we have to get you off the road, you have to change into dry clothes before you catch a cold or something worse than that. I can't babysit your sorry ass again, not now, Easter is coming, and guess what, we are going to Bobby's!" Dean joked hoping to get his brother's attention, but not succeeding in doing so. Upon seeing that Sam didn't look at him, the older hunter tighten the hold he had on Sam's face and spoke again. "Sammy...Come on look at me...Baby boy... look at me." Dean pleaded his brother, using the one nickname he knew his brother would respond to.

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Sam flinched at the sound of those words and finally lifted his eyes to look at Dean. The older man thought he was prepared for what he would see. But, he was wrong. As soon as their eyes met, Dean lost himself in them, their tremendous depth and sadness made him to want to pull Sam in his arms and never let him go. And that's exactly what he was about to do, but as soon as the older man got his hands around Sam, the younger hunter jerked away and tried to get on his feet.

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"Woa, Sammy, easy-" "No! I told you to stay away from me!" Sam yelled and raised his hands in order to push Dean away. "Sam, stop, stop it baby boy … you are hurt, let me look at the cuts, Sammy-" "I told you to stay away!" Sam practically screamed and did the one thing that would make Dean leave. He clinched his fingers into a fist and punched Dean hard and fast, receiving a moan of pain in the process. The punch did worked, but not in the way Sam wanted it to.

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Dean got on his feet and took several steps backwards and so Sam got the chance to finally get on his feet as well, but to his unpleasant surprise -that was what Sam was forcing himself to think- Dean didn't turned around to leave, he didn't even got mad at him. To the contrary, he remained exactly where he was. And when their eyes met again, instead of anger and anguish, which were the emotions Sam thought he would see, he saw love, care and sorrow in Dean's green orbs. The older man wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and moved closer to Sam once again. "Come on Sammy, let me look at your cuts." he said once again, voice calm, love painted all over his face. And Sam hated that right now. Couldn't Dean understand ...Than he needed to stay away from him? That he was the reason why he had lost everything? Why wouldn't he just … leave?

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Sam swallowed hard in an attempt to clean his throat and make his voice sound angry, but when the words finally got out, his voice was nothing more than a broken plea. "Leave here...Please..." "For the last time Sam, no, now come over here and change your clothes." Dean answered stretching his hand towards Sam. "Look, I know dad told you some pretty bad stuff which messed you up good- time, but Sammy... We will talk about it as soon as you are dry again." Dean said, his voice low, smooth.

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"If you two talked then you know why I need you to go." San answered, not moving from the spot he was standing. "Come on now Sam, dad was pissed and he said some crap, but they are just words! And words mean nothing. He didn't mean what he said Sam." The younger man lowered his head, his brown locks now covering his, once again, watery eyes. Dean bit his lip and tried to speak again, but Sam's voice covered his. "Even if that's the case... What he said was not a lie." "No, Sam, it was, it is, I am not going to die! You hear me?" Dean said, his voice louder this time. "Oh, so now you want me to believe your words? But they mean nothing right?" Sam shot back and raised his head, to look at Dean.

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"No, Sam I didn't mean-" "You know what Dean? Words do mean so much more than you think. And guess what, dad's words meant so much more too! They meant that-" "Sam stop this is not-" "-that you live this fucked up life because of me-" "Sam, calm down-" Dean tried to say as he watched his brother talking non-stop, body shaking violently, but Sam was too far gone by that point to mind him. "-that you never had anything, no beautiful childhood times, no memorable family experiences, no stability in your life because of me!" Sam yelled and in two large steps he covered the distance between them and grabbed Dean by the collar of his shirt. "Sammy, calm down, you need to breathe-" "They meant that I took everything from you, that I have been nothing more than a burden..." Sam whispered and tighten his hold on Dean's shirt "They meant that I killed mom and that, I will eventually kill you too."

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Dean's green eyes went wide open because this couldn't be what Sam thought of himself. This amount of guilt was not normal, it wasn't Sam's fault what had happened all those years ago...It wasn't his fault, Dean had never, not once even thought such a thing, but as it seamed Sam had...Many, many times. "Sam listen to-" "I can't Dean, I can't live like this its too much, just thinking that you could die to protect me. Thinking, no, knowing that I have taken everything you loved away. So, if you are not willing to leave, if you are not willing to stay away from me, I will do it for you. I will stay away, even if I have to-" But Sam stopped in mid sentence because Dean's lips literally crushed his, in a kiss so desperate, so deep and intense that Sam felt he was suffocating.

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His body tensed and he tried to fight this sudden invasion, at first at least. Because after a few seconds his body relaxed automatically, and the younger man responded to the kiss, because, who was he to fight his heart's desire? Sam felt Dean's gun callused hands towering over him, providing the necessary stability for them both, but especially for Sam, whose knees were shaking badly. And so, fire met ice and time stopped. Dean's hot lips were moving skilfully and gracefully over Sam's ice-cold ones and it wasn't long before Dean's tongue licked Sam's lips, moisturizing and heating them at the same time. Sam, without a second thought opened his mouth and let Dean claim every inch of it, let him lick every corner, every hidden spot, everything...

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"Words mean nothing..." Dean repeated trying to catch his breath "...Compared to actions." Sam stared at Dean, his hazel eyes wide open. "Actions make us who we are. The choices ,the decisions we make. What happened to mum was not your fault, you had no power over it. It was this shitty thing that killed her. Not you. And it certaintly wasn't your fault that dad chose to go down that endless road, a road no child should go down, a road full of blood and tears, monsters and darkness, pain and despair... It was his choice." Dean said, voice low but sure and determent. The older hunter moved away from his brother giving him the space he knew Sam needed, but kept talking.

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"You said you took away everything that I ever loved. And I thought you were the smart one Sam. I love dad and all I ever get in return is a bunch of orders. And that's his choice, to treat me like that. I love to hunt at least for the time being, but I don't want it to be my life Sam." Dean paused and started walking towards their car, Sam right behind him, his hazel eyes filled with awe. "But I thought that-" Sam tried to say, his voice hoarse, but Dean wouldn't let him. "What I want, always wanted, what I love and have always loved is my family. And my family is you. It had always been you."

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"It will always be you. You are the light at the end of the road we are heading Sam." Dean said and Sam's mouth fell open, because this was...So unlike Dean. But why would he say all these things...? And then it hit Sam that Dean was trying to make him understand what he meant to him by using the last resort he had, using words. Because, Dean knew that actions were the ones that define a person, but he also knew Sam, And if Sam needed to hear the words to convince himself nothing of what had happened was his fault, then Dean would speak them. The younger man bit his lip to keep himself from answering and breaking down, he had to let his brother talk.

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"You would always look up to me like I was some kind of freaking super hero, you would always count on me..." "Of course Dean you were my brother you are my brother-" But Sam stopped in mid sentence for as soon as they reached the car the green eyed hunter turned around and fixed his eyes on shiny hazel ones. "You were the only one who... gave me what I wanted, the love that I wanted, needed, to feel. So I made my choice a long time ago, that I would give you all the things a normal kid should have, that I would be there at every school play you were in, that I would keep you safe. This was my choice, it will always be my choice." Dean said voice low.

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"So, you have never taken anything from me Sam, you have given me everything. And believe me I want nothing more that to see you getting out of this life, to see you at Stamford or in a other university... But if you leave now, out of fear for my life then...You will be taking away all the things that give meaning to my life." Dean's voice fainted and his hands trembled, his chest heavy from all those emotions. "But what if you...How am I suppose to go on without you Dean?" Sam whispered as he moved closer to the older hunter. "I am not going anywhere Sammy." Dean reassured him.

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And the very next second Sam threw himself on Dean's chest, hands grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, face buried in the crock of his neck. Dean immediately returned the hug, or to be accurate he concealed Sam's trembling frame with his hands, towering over him... "I am sorry... so sorry... Dean I am sorry..." the younger man repeated over, and over, and over again, words mixed with broken sobs. And Dean wasn't sure who was Sam asking to forgive him. It could be him, their mother, or even God. No, Dean wasn't sure about that. What he was sure of however, was that now it was time to act, words had played their role. He had never seen Sam like that, and it hurt, damn it hurt to hear him pleading for forgiveness for sins which were not his, but he knew there was no meaning in trying to calm him down using words.

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The older man guided them to the car, which could not be seen from the road, and lied Sam on the back sit, positioning himself above him and closing the door behind him. "Dean I am-" "Shh, hush baby boy..." Dean said kindly, a tome of voice he didn't know he was possessing. Sam's teary eyes stared at his brother and he crossed his long arms around Dean's neck bringing them so very close. And as the wind blew, Sam's lips found Dean's ear and asked, pleaded him... "...Please..." Dean stopped, dead-in-his tracks eyes flicking. "Always Sammy, always..." he answered swallowing hard.

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And so Sam lied back, surrendering himself to Dean, hands on his sides. Dean bent over him, his hot mouth lying kisses on Sam's forehead, on his lips, his breath making the younger man shiver. He let Dean's gun callused hands, hands which could kill in a blink of an eye, and yet were so gentle with him, take off his wet clothes, caress his trembling body, catch the tears falling of his eyes. He let Dean's hot mouth kiss him all over, he let Dean's skillful lips and tongue surround his nipples and later his cock, while lubed fingers opened him, always carefully and tenderly, giving him time to adjust and relax around them. And when Dean buried himself deep, deep, inside him, Sam took his face in his hands, savoring the expression of bliss and happiness which was painted all over it. Savoring the feeling of love and adoration he got from Dean, feeling he was where he belonged, he was home.

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And so, there they were, making love, Dean's thrusts remaining slow and gentle for the most part, his emerald green eyes never leaving Sam's wet hazel ones. Their moves were synchronized, two bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Just like when they were on the battlefield hunting monsters, one could easily complete the others move at the exact right time harmonically. Because they were one, not just then but always, two bodies, sharing one soul, bound to each other, unable to exist without one another... So much more than brothers, so much more than lovers...

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"Come for me Sammy." Dean whispered as he felt Sam's inner muscles closing in around him. "Promise me you will be safe..." Sam said voice needy. "I told you baby boy, I am not going anywhere." Dean answered back taking Sam's face in his hands, kissing him deeply. "I love you Sammy..." Dean muttered in the kiss and with these words Sam came, body shattering to pieces... "That's my boy, come Sammy, I am right here..." Dean whispered, his voice barely audible. Dean followed soon enough, filling Sam with hot white liquor...

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After the first aftershocks of Dean's orgasm were coming to an end, the older man got dressed and changed Sam's clothes as well. "Sammy, hey baby boy you ok?" he asked gently, fingers running through brown locks. Sam's eyes opened half the way, his body both physically and emotionally drained off all energy, wanted nothing more than to sleep...In Dean's arms that is. "I have to start driving so, you wanna sleep here on the back seat?" "No I am... Don't go Dean..." the younger man pleaded. "Alright, then, lets get you to the front seat." Dean answered and helped Sam out of the car and then back in. The older man got himself behind the weal and Sam crawled into a ball and lied his head on Dean's lap, still shaking from the aftershocks of his own orgasm.

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"You ok there Sasquatch?" Dean asked receiving a moan of pleasure for an answer. Dean looked down at his brother, and knew why he needed to be near him, even though he would be far more comfortable on the back seat. "Make me feel safe Dean, show me you are here... Make love to me... Please..." Sam's pleadings echoed in his head. "Sorry...D'n" Sam whispered and the older hunter moved Sam's brown locks from his forehead, in an attempt to calm him down. "Shh... Sleep Sammy... Sleep now..." he whispered kissing Sam's forehead...

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And so, there they where, inside their car, two beings who shared one soul, one Heaven. There they were as dusk was falling, blessed and at the same time doomed to know the truth about the real Darkness of this world, blessed and at the same time doomed to save it. But all these didn't matter, because they were together. For as long as Dean had Sam, he could any kind of monster. "Words mean so much more..." Sam had said... But Dean wasn't good at speaking them. And so, he did the one thing he could do, he hummed. As the dusk was falling he run his fingures in Sam's hair and hummed...

"So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters..."

And so he started the car, heading toward Sioux Falls... Having no worries because he had Sam. Feeling happy and whole for the first time in a long while because he had Sam... Unaware of the fact that it would be there, where John would learn about their relationship...

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A/N:So, this was the second chapter! Thank you all for reading and please leave a comment if you can spare the time!

Also, the song is called "Nothing else matters" By Mettallica I own nothing!
I have a sequel in mind, but due to my studies i will not be able to write it right now. But please tell me, would you like to see more to this story?