Rating: MA as the relationship deepens and the abusive nature of Dean's past is revealed throughout this chapter. If you don't like this kind of story please don't continue as it is for mature readers only. This story will see Sam and Dean try to reconcile the Phantom Sam with the real one, there will again be mature content, so again if you don't like this please don't read.

As always I do not own Supernatural nor any of the rights, these all belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. Also any similarities to other stories or writers fanfic's is entirely coincidental and not a form of plagiarism.

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Chapter Six

Coming Home

It took two weeks before the hospital staff was confident in their combined recoveries to allow them to be discharged. Sam had only seen Dean a few times over that period; both his jackass doctor and Dean's had felt that they needed to time to recover without the emotional turmoil that surrounded the couple.

But the separation had been crippling for Sam, he was so concerned about what was happening with Dean, that the doctors kept sedating him to allow him to rest and heal. The only problem was that every time Sam clawed his way back to consciousness he was beside himself with worry until the doctors could be convinced to let him see Dean again.

He knew that Dean had accepted him back into his life, but the longer they were apart the more tenuous their bond got….and frankly it scared the shit out of Sam.

Dean was pulling away and Sam had no idea why.

He was so concerned that he had even talked to Anna to see if she had a suggestion, the only thing that she had said was 'Please Sam, don't give up on my brother…he'll come around. Just give him some time to sort through his feelings. He loves you; just…please…give him some more time.'

So now they were both seated in wheelchairs and waiting for Anna to pick them up at the hospital, Dean would be able to walk away from the hospital, but Sam it seemed, would have to be rolled away.

The compression injuries to his spine were healing, but he was unable to walk for long distances yet, and the cast on his leg wasn't really helping with that, which meant no running to alleviate his stress either.

That is so not a good thing…for either of us. He thought with disgust.

Currently, Dean was doing his best impression of a statue, his clouded green eyes staring off into space, "Dean?" Sam asked quietly.

When he didn't get a response, Sam reached over and patted Dean on the arm causing the older man to nearly jump from his chair in surprise.

"Huh…what Sam…sorry got distracted…" Dean's voice was rough with disuse and he had a deer caught in the headlights look in his eyes.

"You okay?" Sam asked as he maneuvered his chair to face his partner.

Dean pressed his chapped lips together in frustration at being caught not paying attention to his surroundings, "Yeah, Sam…just tired." Sam tilted his head in sympathy and placed his hand back on Dean's arm.

"You can get some sleep as soon as we get back home."

Dean smiled slightly and nodded without an answer as his eyes were drawn back to the window and the slowly falling rain, it matched his mood perfectly.

Dean, you gotta snap outta this, dude. It's gonna kill you…I know it's already killing me. Sam thought as he watched the iron gates closed again like a port coulis over Dean's emotions.

Dean's eyes suddenly focused and flickered at the sound of his baby rolling up, the fact that his little sister was driving his baby rankled a bit, but there had been no other choice. The Impala was their only method of transportation and he obviously couldn't drive, although he had tried to convince Anna and the doctors otherwise.

She had been taken to a wreckage yard after the accident, and Anna had had a local mechanic rush the repairs to ensure that it was ready for Dean.

It was a nice thought, but up until that particular moment no one had ever worked on his baby but him, not since the day he had bought her right after he turned 17.

But the engine was currently purring with its usual gusto and Dean knew instinctively that this particular mechanic had obviously known what he was doing.

A smile creped in at the corners of his mouth as Anna exited the car and strolled through the revolving doors with a grin the size of Texas on her face.

"I know you usually do the work yourself, but I wanted your homecoming to be perfect big brother." Her eyes suddenly dropped and her smile faltered. "I hope that's okay?"

Dean plastered a huge fake smile on his face and stood up slowly, mindful of his injuries that were still healing, to embrace his sister.

"Yeah…yeah Anna…it's okay. Thank you." He wrapped his arms around her and felt her return the embrace with enough strength to make him wince as some bruises were pressed on accidently.

She pulled away quickly when she felt him wince, "Did I hurt you?" she asked as she took a step away from him to get a better look.

Dean again plastered the half-smile in place and shook his head as he patted her shoulder, "No Anna…I'm good."

She nodded and stepped over to Sam to give him a quick embrace before walking off to sign them out of the hospital. Sam was looking at Dean with a question in his eyes.

"What Sam?" Dean asked with defeat, he knew that Sam was gonna ask, what was on in his mind, whether or not he wanted to answer was another question he desperately wanted to avoid.

"Are you really okay? Because that was the fakest smile I have ever been witness to." Dean's eyebrows rose at the fact that Sam was able to read him that easily…That is not necessarily a good thing for either of us.

Dean drew in a deep breath, which actually made his still healing ribs ache, as he answered, "Honestly?" He tried to smile, but it came off as more of a grimace.

"No, I'm not okay Sam. But if you give me some time…I think I might be, I'll try to be..."

Sam nodded his understanding as he reached out and pulled on Dean's arm to bring his face closer to his own. Dean struggled inwardly not to pull away…the phantom Sam still clearly remembered and still too horrible to deal with.

Dean hadn't told Sam about the things that the phantom had said to him and how deeply they had cut…and apparently scarred.

Sam kissed Dean lightly, not caring if anyone saw, "I'm here…if…when you want to talk."

Dean started and then pulled abruptly away, hissing at the pain it caused, from Sam as Anna approached with their discharge papers in hand.

"Okay boys…let's get you both the hell outta here." She smiled as she stepped up behind Sam's wheelchair and started pushing him to the car. Dean continued to stand there for a moment and then followed, the limp caused by his injuries evident in his awkward gate.

Dean watched the landscape roll by as he stared out the passenger window; it was the first time that he had ever actually sat in the passenger seat…he hated it.

But his leg wasn't ready to control the gas and the brake pedals yet, so he was relegated to the wrong side of his baby.

No music blared from the speakers, which was unusual, and Dean didn't seem to notice the unnatural silence of the car…but Sam did…and he was getting more and more concerned with each passing moment of it.

Anna pulled up right in front of their dorm and helped Sam exit the car as Dean pulled the wheelchair from the trunk. Both of the men were silent as they waited for her to park the car and come back to help push Sam into the building. Dean was starting to feel like a bit of an invalid, but the injury to his right arm wouldn't allow him to push the chair himself.

She jogged back to them, and Sam felt a pang of jealousy that she could jog along and he was relegated to this fricken chair…for the time being. He huffed as she stepped up behind him and started rolling him to their room; apparently she had had them moved from the fourth floor to the ground level to make it easier on both of them.

Anna handed each of them their new keys and pushed open the door to their room, inside was a banner that said welcome home!

Anna grinned from ear to ear as she rolled Sam to his side of the room.

Sam was surprised to see that this room had a private bathroom that was "handicapable".

"Great…all this just for me?" He managed to say it without too much animosity, but his dead pan expression couldn't be hidden as easily, as he looked around the room with a sinking feeling.

God how long do they think they are gonna keep me in this friggin chair?

Dean just looked confused as he looked around the room, "We moved?"

Anna had been busy cutting them both a slice of 'Welcome Home apple pie' to notice Sam's reaction to the room change.

"Yup…you did. The college actually suggested it since it was one of the few rooms that have a bathroom attached; they thought it might make the transition back to school life just a little easier." She placed a paper plate with a slice of the pie in front of each of them along with a plastic fork.

Dean smiled at her, although his stomach was doing summersaults at the thought of being left alone in the room with Sam. He wasn't afraid of Sam, just what Sam might want to talk about once there were no prying ears in the area.

Dean picked at the pie without really eating any of it, he wasn't sure it would stay down if he did manage to eat any.

Sam watched with growing concern as Dean pushed the food around on the plate but neglected to actually eat any of it.

Anna had quickly excused herself after the pie was served, telling them that she had an afternoon class that she couldn't afford to miss any more of.

Dean wandered to the window and watched the rain drip off the trees directly outside their room, his good hand was stuffed into his pocket and his other arm was held immobile by a sling.

"Dean?" Here it comes…

Sam's eyebrows creased as he continued to watch him, he knew Dean was nervous about being alone with him, and he was going to do everything in his power to alleviate that discomfort.

"You wanna watch a movie or something?"

Dean spun around and gaped at Sam, "A movie?"

"Yeah, Anna got us a couple of new DVD's while we were out…I just thought that we could watch them."

Dean furrowed his eyes and a small smile, a real one this time, slipped into place as he realized that Sam was trying to give him some space.

He nodded, "Yeah…actually I would really like that." He went to help Sam out of the chair and into a comfortable seated position on his bed. Dean stuffed several pillows behind Sam's back and head and then moved to the shelf holding their few DVD's, seeing that the collection had indeed grown by a few more.

He plucked out the new Transformers movie and slipped it into the player, clicking the TV on and then returning to his own bed to sit down. Dean noticed the pained expression on Sam's face when he noticed that Dean wasn't going to sit next to him during the movie and he thought better of it…moving to take a seat next to Sam readjusting the pillows to support his arm.

Sam smiled with so much love, that Dean felt guilty that he was having a hard time putting the memories of the nightmares behind him as he looked into those soft blue-green eyes.

"Dean…I will give you all the time you need." He said as he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Dean's forehead, before returning to his previous position on the bed.

Dean closed his eyes in acceptance and leaned his head on Sam's good shoulder as the movie started…"I know Sam…thank you."

Sam nodded and turned to place another gentle kiss on Dean's full pink still slightly chapped lips and then nuzzled down to enjoy the movie with the most important person in his life. "Love you Dean." He whispered as the opening scene began to roll.

"I know." Dean quietly answered.

Dean felt Sam's breathing ease as he started to slip into sleep, and he turned his head and just looked at the man lying next to his shoulder. A small smile started to pull at the corners of his mouth as he watched this amazing man.

I don't know what I ever did to deserve you Sammy, but I am gonna try my best to be worthy of what you are offering.

The thoughts rolled through Dean's head as he watched Sam smile in his sleep and shift closer to Dean sliding down his shoulder until his head rested in Dean's lap.

Sam hummed slightly as he unconsciously placed his good arm around Dean's waist and snuggled, he actually fricken snuggled, closer to Dean.

Dean lifted his left arm and tangled his fingers into Sam's hair as the credits started to roll on the movie.

He found his thoughts wandering as he reflected on the messed up nature of his life and the gift's that he had been given…Sam and Anna.

Oh god…I sound like a friggin girl…what the hell is going on with me?

But there was no heat to the thoughts and he found that he was comfortable with the way things were moving. Dean knew that there would be difficulties ahead and that at some point he was going to have to come clean with Sam…but not today.

He leaned his head against the wall and found his mind drifting into sleep; his last thought was of Sam as he slipped into the darkness.

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Sam immediately noticed that he was lying on something that was both soft and yet substantial as his eyes slid open and he looked at the TV that was now showing the menu for the movie that they had been watching.

He turned his head and noticed that he was indeed lying on something substantial…Dean's denim covered thighs…a smile immediately formed on his face as he nuzzled deeper into the comfort and he inhaled the scent of Dean's laundry soap and the aroma that was uniquely Dean.

He was warm and comfortable and he didn't want to move in case he woke up Dean, who seemed to be sleeping without dreams at the moment. He noticed that Dean's fingers were gently twined into his hair and his casted right arm was lying protectively across Sam's ribs with his hand resting just above Sam's hip.

I cannot believe how much I love being held by him.

He wanted to close his eyes and fall back asleep, but a sudden jerk from Dean triggered by, what else, a nightmare had Sam trying to sit up immediately wake up the older man.

Dean's eyes were suddenly scrunching closed and his fist was clenching into Sam's hair painfully as his muscles began spasming.

"Dean?" He said around the clench of his teeth due to the pain in his scalp.

No response from the man above him, Sam tried again, "Dean?!"

Again there was no response and this had Sam surging to a seated position as he got his first look at Dean's panic stricken face. He untangled Dean's fingers from his hair as he tried to gently shake Dean from the nightmare that held him ensnared within its grasp at that moment.

"DEAN!" Sam said in a harsh whisper, trying desperately to wake him up without surprising him. Sam shook Dean twice as he repeatedly called his name.

Dean's eyes were rolling inside his head back and forth as he tried to pull out of the dream, sweat had beaded up on his face and was starting to drip down onto his chest.

"Sam…no…please…I'm so sorry…I wasn't strong enough…" Dean's voice came in a ragged whisper and Sam felt his heart shatter a little bit more when he realized that he was the cause of Dean's distress.

He shook Dean hard this time and finally got a response, Dean's eyes flashed open; he was breathing heavily…and shaking as his green eyes flitted about the room trying to place where he was.

Finally his eyes landed on Sam's extremely concerned gaze, as he waited for Dean to recognize that there was no danger…that he was indeed safe.

He pulled back from Sam, almost violently, as far as the wall would allow him to as he breathed in and out in harsh gasps.

"Dean…you okay?"

"S'my…Sammy?" Sam's name came out in a rasp as Dean continued to lean away from him.

Sam's eyebrows pulling together in confusion and concern flashing though his blue-green eyes as he gently raised his fingers and brushed them through Dean's sweat soaked hair. "Yeah…Dean…are you okay?"

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Dean shook his head as he felt tears prick his eyes as he tried valiantly to control the emotions surging around in his fractured memories.

Dean's eyes finally took in Sam's extremely concerned expression and he physically shook as he slammed his wall into place. He couldn't expose Sam to the monsters inside his own mind…he just couldn't…not yet, he won't understand…it's too soon.

Sam watched in horror as Dean closed up immediately and the blank mask slid into place leaving nothing of the pain that had been there only moments before.

"Yeah Sam, I'm fine." Dean untangled himself from the bed as he moved to stand, only wobbling slightly as his injured leg reminded him that he was not 100% at the moment.

"I just need some air." Dean moved to the door, ignoring the surprised look that flashed across Sam's face.

"I don't think that's a good idea Dean. You don't look too sturdy."

"Sam, I don't need you to sign a permission slip, really…I'm fine." Dean's response came out harsher than he had intended, but he just didn't have the strength to apologize at the moment.

He limped to the door throwing it open as he escaped the constricting atmosphere of their room, he heard Sam struggling to follow him so he turned, "Sam, stop. I'm not leaving…I just…I need some space."

Sam's puppy dog eyes were watching him from the bed with such fear and pain that Dean felt the air whoosh from his lungs as he turned away and gently closed the door.

He just needed to deal with some of this on his own, there was nothing that Sam could do to help him…not right now. The dream had been a recreation of the one in the hospital and Dean was struggling to put some perspective to it.

Why am I dreaming about Sam hurting me? Why can't I just accept what he's offering and not worry about the future?

The thoughts were jumbled together, the ones of Sam and who he really is and the ones of the phantom Sam that had wounded Dean with his cruel words and physical abuse. Dean knew that Sam shouldn't be held accountable for the nightmares that were plaguing his dreams. But somehow trying to separate the two while they were together was proving harder than Dean had ever thought it would.

He had hoped that with some time the dreams would stop…again like they had for a really long time, but the accident had ripped open the scab of a wound that had never truly healed…and…god…now Sam is somehow a part of that tragedy.

Dean limped down the walking path as he tried to focus and calm his turbulent thoughts, so he somehow missed his sister coming from the other direction at a slow jog.

Suddenly Dean felt a hand reach up and gently touch his face; he threw himself away from the touch as his injured leg protested loudly and painfully and then gave out beneath him, causing him to fall to his knees. The gravel was instantly digging into his knees and pain slashed through his body immediately; he felt his jeans rip as he hit the asphalt, blood trickling down his knees onto the black rocks.

Damnit! These were new too.

"Dean!" Anna cried as she went to grab his hand and tried to pull him back to his feet. "What the hell…you okay…why are you even out here?" She kept throwing questions at him without waiting for a response, and Dean shook his head as he tried to answer her.

"Anna, sorry…I didn't see you."

"I gather that. What the hell are you doing outside?" She looked worried as she tried to help steady him as he regained his balance.

"I…just needed some air?" he answered, it sounded like a question even in his own ears.

"Okay…where's Sam?" She moved to stand directly in front of him and placed her hands on his shoulders to ensure that he was paying attention.

Dean pulled his brows together in confusion, "He's back in the room."

"What happened?" She asked simply.

Dean dropped his head to his chest as guilt flowed through him, 'I had…another…dream…uh…more like a nightmare…I guess." He wouldn't meet her eyes as he answered.

She placed her long thin fingers under his chin and pulled his face up to meet her searching eyes. "Dean…they are just dreams. They can't hurt you anymore…he can't hurt you anymore…and Sam…" She stopped as she saw the hurt flash through his eyes. "Dean, he just wants to be there for you." She smiled. "And big brother…you need to LET him. What you two have…it's once in a lifetime. Don't throw that away." She glanced away briefly and then met his emerald eyes again. "Dean, don't let dad win…not like this."

At the mention of his dad Dean went rigged and his eyes filled with anger, hate, and finally the all-consuming humiliation. Anna patted his arm and gently turned him back toward the dorms.

"Come on. Let's get back before Sam has a coronary." She chuckled. "Or worse, he rolls himself out here to try and find you."

Dean actually cracked half a smile at that, because he knew there was a distinct chance that Sam would do exactly that.

He gently grasped Anna's hand and stopped her; she turned a questioning gaze toward him. "Thank you Anna." His voice was barely a whisper, but the sentiment was clear.

He pulled her into a hug and felt her arms tighten as they returned the gesture, "Love you big brother." She said into his jacket covered shoulder.

"Yeah…me too." He said as he pulled back and patted her on the shoulder. "Let's get back…to Sam." She nodded and they started back down the path.

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Sam felt all the air rush from his lungs as the door clicked shut and the thud of Dean's boots walking away from him. He knew that the dreams were causing some serious problems for Dean, but he had just walked out on him…again.

I can't help you if you won't let me in Dean. The thought repeated itself through his mind as he tried to get himself to his feet.

His back was protesting loudly and the pain was increasing exponentially as he pushed against the bed to help stand.

Sam grunted as he finally got to his feet and locked his knees, he tried to breathe through the pain as it washed over him in torrents. Suddenly his back spasmed and he felt his knees give out as he went crashing to the floor.

"Mhhm…" He moaned as he gritted his teeth when the pain only ratcheted up several more notches.

Sam slowly got his breathing under control and tried to roll onto his stomach so he could push back to his knees and at least stand a chance of getting back on the bed.

"Dean…I'm sorry." He whispered to the darkness of their room, the tears, he was pretty sure, were from the pain and began to roll down his cheeks with greater frequency.

Sam's back spasmed again when he tried to roll to his side and he felt his fragile grasp on consciousness slipping as the pain washed over him in torrents.

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Dean pushed the door open immediately noticing that the room was pitch dark, and there was no 'Sam sized' lump in Sam's bed.

"Anna, wait here. He might be in the bathroom or something."

"Sure, Dean…I'll go wait in the lobby. Just call me when you guys are ready." She hugged him and walked down the hall disappearing around the corner.

"Sam?" he called into the blackness. Still no response; Dean flipped the light on, still not seeing any sign of Sam's large form.

He walked around the first bed where he saw Sam splayed out on the floor, "Sam!" he cried as he sank to his knees, ignoring the flare of fire that reminded him of the injury to his leg and more recent ones to his knees.

Dean groaned and bit down on his lip to avoid crying out as said leg protested painfully at his quick and uncontrolled descent to the floor.

"Sammy!' He called again as he gently placed his fingers to Sam's throat praying for the 'thump, thump' of his strong heart.

Dean released a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding at the steady thrumming of Sam's heart. "Sam…come on man…wake up." He lightly tapped Sam's cheek trying to get a response. There was not even a flicker of Sam's eyes beneath the closed lids, so Dean knew that Sam was definitely unconscious.

"Damn-it Sam…why does everything have to be so fricken difficult with you." Dean muttered as he tried to pull Sam into a seated position so he could get him back into his bed.

"Come on man…don't make me call Anna for help. That would just be humiliating…and that's in a long line of humiliation lately…for both of us." Dean was sweating before he got Sam mostly upright and then moved to step behind him pulling Sam's huge frame up onto the twin mattress.

"Alright dude…you gotta lose some weight, or some height, or fricken just be lighter if you're gonna pass out on the floor…cuz damn…"

Dean knew he was rambling, but he couldn't help it, he was worried about Sam. There was also the small matter of his guilt to deal with…after all he had left Sam here alone, knowing he was seriously injured.

My guilty conscience just got guiltier…thanks Sam...

Although there was no part of him that was currently blaming Sam for this predicament…that blame could be firmly placed on his own broad shoulders.

Once Dean had Sam back up and situated on the bed he limped to the side and pulled the covers back, moving Sam's feet beneath them as he tried to position his legs comfortably. Next Dean went back to the head of the bed and moved the pillows to offer more support to Sam, with one placed strategically beneath Sam's injured left arm.

Dean stepped back and looked at his still unconscious roommate, and felt his heart strings tug at the sight. Sam looked so vulnerable like this, his face relaxed in sleep and body buried beneath a mound of fluffy blankets. He leaned in and placed a light kiss on Sam's forehead and was rewarded when he finally felt Sam shift beneath his touch.

Oh thank god…at least you're okay; Flashed through Dean's guilty mind.

He placed a quick call to Anna, explaining that Sam had actually already gone to bed and could they get together tomorrow instead? She had immediately agreed, saying that both he and Sam needed to get as much rest as possible.

Dean clicked his phone closed and turned to look at Sam again, and for the first time since the accident he felt some measure of peace. Maybe it was because he knew that Sam needed him, or maybe it was what Anna had said outside, but either way he was determined to beat the demons that were still plaguing him years after the incidents.

He moved to the bed and noticed that there was just enough room for him to slide next to Sam on the outside edge of the mattress.

Dean slid onto the bed and placed his good arm around Sam and moved his head so it was resting on his own shoulder as he settled back to try and get some sleep. Dean gently kicked his boots off, hearing them thud independently as they hit the floor one by one; then he tucked his stocking covered feet beneath the covers.

Dean's gaze landed on Sam's face again and he leaned down and kissed him again, this time on Sam's slightly parted lips and was gratified to hear the slight hum as Sam settled deeper into the crook of his shoulder.

"Love you Sammy…" He murmured as he closed his eyes, determined to sleep without the interruption of his awful dreams.

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The first thing that Sam noticed was that he was no longer on the floor, and he knew for a fact that he had passed out there last night. The next thing he noticed was that he was lying on Dean's hard yet amazingly warm chest with his good arm wrapped protectively around Dean's waist and his casted hand tangled in Dean's black t-shirt.

Sam moved his gaze to Dean's face and noticed that he was sleeping…peacefully. Dean's face was relaxed and god he was beautiful.

Sam smiled as he noticed how easily the thought came to his mind; as he reached up and gently brushed his fingers over Dean's full lips, trailing them down Dean's neck and allowing them to come to rest just above Dean's heart.

Just feeling the steady thrum of Dean's heart was enough for Sam…Dean had come back for him last night.

Obviously Dean had helped Sam get back in bed, although he remembered none of it.

When Dean had walked out last night, Sam had thought that he was getting ready to run again, and it had taken everything in him not to go after Dean. But Anna's words had still been ringing through Sam's head as he had tried to get back to his chair, 'Let him come to you Sam.' She had said, so Sam had passed out on the cold hard floor instead, albeit unwillingly, it had…seemed like a good idea…if it had actually been his idea.

When Sam glanced back up he saw that Dean was now watching him, with amusement reflecting in his soft green gaze.

"Sam…next time you pass out on the floor…I'm gonna leave your really heavy ass there." He ruffled Sam's hair as he continued. "For someone who eats plants and other nasty green shit, you weigh a fricken ton dude."

Sam started laughing, it bubbled up from his chest and erupted from his lips as he leaned up to catch Dean's amused lips in a soft kiss.

"I'll try and remember to pass out on the bed next time."

Dean pulled back so he could look Sam straight in his eyes, "There better not be a next time Sam." His green eyes were intense and sincere and there was no humor in them at the moment.

Sam's fingers gently grasped the back of Dean's neck and pulled him back down to meet his lips as he hungrily tasted Dean's again.

"Does this mean that you're really not gonna leave?" Sam asked as he pulled away to get a better look at Dean's reaction.

Dean smiled…a real smile…one that actually reached his eyes. "Yeah…Sammy it does."

Sam's mouth twitched and he pushed himself into a semi-seated position next to Dean and found himself being pulled in for a hug, while nestling his face into the crook between Dean's neck and collarbone.

Dean's arm came around him and held him tightly. Sam's lips started to move against the soft skin of his neck and Dean moaned quietly as he tilted his head back to give Sam better access.

"You know both of us are too broken to finish this…right?" Dean asked as he shifted his head exposing his jaw to Sam's questing lips. He felt Sam smile into the kiss as he chuckled beneath his breath.

He leaned back and looked at Dean; humor floating in his blue-green eyes. "Uh…yeah Dean…I'm very aware of that particular fact."

"Oh…okay…cuz it kinda seems to me that you sorta forgot that fact." Dean smirked as Sam's patented 'bitch-face' made an unscheduled appearance.

"Nope…no…I definitely have not forgotten that fact."

"Okay…just checking." Dean said as Sam fastened his lips back on Dean's neck.

Dean leaned back and closed his eyes and Sam's warm breath pulsed against his tanned skin. It was never like this with Michael…oh god if it had been, I don't think I could have let it go.

Sam's warm lips ghosted along Dean's strong jaw and came to rest on his pouty lips again as Sam's tongue slipped out to run along Dean's bottom lip.

He immediately opened his mouth and Sam's tongue shot inside, tasting Dean, their tongues battling for power. The kiss continued for several heated moments before Dean was the one who pulled reluctantly away from Sam.

"We gotta stop Sam…neither of us is physically up this…unfortunately." Dean closed his eyes as he tried to get control of the need that was bubbling around inside him.

Sam pretended to look hurt as he sighed, loudly, and acquiesced to Dean's better judgment. "Yeah…I know, but I just…want you...now!"

Dean leaned his forehead to rest against Sam's, closing his eyes as he tried to restrain his own intense need for this man, "Know the feeling dude."

"Dean…thanks for coming back…and thanks for getting me off the cold floor." Sam still hadn't removed his head from where it leaned against Dean's.

Dean leaned away to catch Sam's beautiful eyes, in an intense gaze, "I'll always come for you Sam…I promise."

The look Sam gave him was, amazing to say the least; it reflected all the love and hope he had building inside him as he looked at this man…this man that I love more than anything in this world…this man that I would do anything for…and will be anything for you Dean.

Sam knew it was so far down the chick-flick road that there was no way that he would ever utter those words aloud. But it felt good to admit it, even if it was only to himself, how much Dean actually meant to him and the lengths to which he would go to hold onto him.

TBC…

Would love to hear from people about how they think this story is going. Again please be constructive as this is my first story and I was unable to have it Beta'd prior to posting it. Thanks.