*I'm rating this chapter M because of a scene there's in it. I won't tell you what it is so I won't spoil, but I'm giving the warning. I'm gonna put the scene between 'XXX' so you can skip it if you want.*

A few weeks passed and things remained the same between the brothers. Dean still didn't wanna talk to Sam, and he kinda gave up on trying to get Dean to talk to him, to understand his point. He would come around sometime. Maybe. He hope Dean would. Sam knew Jo was also trying to make Dean talk to him, but didn't succeed either. Things were not easy. And of course, Sam missed Jess like hell, they hadn't spoken since they had 'the talk', and he thought about her all the time. He had no idea how he would be able to forget about her. But as he told Jess, he knew he never would, not really.

Sam got home from work a little earlier, and he knew he would be alone for a while, since Jo had classes all day long today and Dean always worked late on Wednesdays (actually, even if Dean were home, it would be like he was alone anyway).

5 minutes after he got in the house, he heard the doorbell. When he opened the door, Jess was standing in front of him. Looking anywhere but him.

"Hey… Sam."

His mouth was suddenly dry.

"Hey Jess."

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

He stepped aside and she passed by him, still not looking at him.

They fell into an awkward silence, none of them really knew what to say. Sam was desperate to know why she was here, but he waited. She finally broke the silence, after getting a piece of paper out of her purse. Sam knew what it was instantly.

"What you wrote me… I have no words for that, Sam. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever read."

Sam shrugged.

"It's the truth."

"And after this, how can you ask me to forget about you? You know that is impossible. You wrote that time has brought my heart to you. Sam, I could have dated a thousand guys. What are the odds that I was working on the same diner that Dean, your brother, had lunch? I don't believe in coincidences Sam. We were meant to find each other." She took a step towards him. "I know that we can't be together Sam. I understand. Dean's your brother and he comes first, I really understand. But I had to come, I'm sorry, I was out there for a while waiting for you, and when I saw you getting in I debated with myself if I should do it or not, but I had to… destiny united us again Sam, against all odds. We can't just ignore this."

She took another step in Sam's direction. They were just inches apart. Sam could feel her scent, and it intoxicated him.

"Wha… what are you doing?"

She leaned in even closer.

"What you wrote me. 'One step closer'."

Sam held her face in his hands and closed the distance between them. When their lips met, it was like something was exploding inside of him, he never wanted to let her go. She opened her mouth for him, and Sam deepened the kiss, tangling their tongues together. He didn't care right now, at least for one day he didn't want to thing about anything else. Only that moment mattered.

XXX

He took Jess to his room and closed the door. The outside world didn't existed for now. Just for now. Sam stood in front of Jess and stared right into her eyes. He could almost see her soul, and he knew it was the same as his.

He slowly took off her coat, leaving her wearing only a tank top. She could feel her trembling, but he knew she wasn't cold at all. He leaned in and kissed her lips, her face, her neck, her shoulders… he could feel her whole body shivering. Jess took his shirt off and looked at him, Sam unbuttoned his jeans, and ran his hand through his hair. Jess was still staring at him, her mouth a little opened. Sam pulled her and kissed her lips, passionately.

Sam slowly laid Jess down on the bed, and leaned on top of her, supporting himself with his arms on the mattress. He kept staring at her, he couldn't believe how beautiful she was, and how lucky he was to have her here, even if it was just for tonight. He didn't wanna think about what would happen tomorrow. He thought about everything, when they first met, their first kiss, all the moments they spent at the camp, all the pain he felt for not knowing where she was, when he finally found her again, all those times he wanted to touch her and couldn't…

He wanted to move fast, he wanted to have her as quick as possible, but he also wanted to take it slowly, after all, he knew this was their only shot. He didn't want it to end, they deserved that, they waited for too long. And Sam knew she was feeling the same way as him. He finished taking her clothes off, as gently as possible, and she did the same. In every look, every kiss, Sam could feel how much they had missed each other. He kissed her whole body, sometimes stopping just to look her in the eyes and run his fingers through her face. She put her hand on his chest, he could feel his heart beating fast, and knew hers was too.

Sam felt himself growing harder, and picked up a condom in his nightstand, she helped him put it on. He leaned down to kiss her, she ran her hands on his back, and he couldn't wait anymore, he finally filled her up. She kissed him with more urgency and he started moving, faster and faster. It was the best feeling in the world, they were finally one piece, as they should always be. Sam covered Jess' mouth with his, and with one final thrust, a wave of pleasure spread through his body as he finally came. And he could see in her eyes that she was feeling the biggest pleasure in the world.

He laid down next to her and held her closer. He kissed the top of her head and whispered in her ear.

"I love you."

XXX

Sam wanted to sleep with her, cuddle and never let her go. But he knew she had to. Dean and Jo would be home soon, and she couldn't be here. They both knew that what had just happened couldn't happen again, they didn't even have to say anything.

Watching Jess leave was one of the hardest things Sam ever had to do.

Days later, Sam was coming back from work, later than usual. He was beyond tired, he was having a lot of classes, studying and working his ass off, he hadn't slept straight in days. All he wanted was get home, take a shower and get to bed. But he still had to study.

His eyes were trying to close, he trying to fight with it. He needed to stay up, he was driving.

He barely saw the tree.

When Dean got home, only Jo was there. Better. He wasn't on the mood to look at Sam right now. He knew he was being stubborn, he knew Sam had good intentions, but he couldn't forgive him. The betrayal had been too much. He even considered moving out, but he knew it was too much. Maybe he could try to forgive Sam someday. But not today, he wasn't ready.

His phone rang, he didn't know the number. After that, everything went on a blur.

Someone told him Sam was in the hospital. He had been in a car crash. Next thing he knew, he was blasting through the hospital door with Jo behind him, going to the receptionist demanding information.

A nurse told him they had took Sam to the trauma room but didn't give details and didn't tell him what condition he was in. And that he should wait until a doctor came to talk to them.

And they waited. Dean was feeling miserable. An hour ago he was thinking he shouldn't forgive his brother just yet and now he didn't even know if he was gonna see his brother alive again.

If Sam died, he would die believing Dean hated him. Dean didn't even believe in God, but at that moment he prayed for his little brother. For someone up there, if there was someone, to take care of him. Not to take Sam away from him.

After a while they were waiting, Dean didn't care how much, Jess showed up at the hospital. Of course Jo had texted or called her or whatever to let her know what was going on with Sam. Dean still had a hard time looking at her. But he could see there were tears rolling down her face, her eyes were widened. She was deeply worried about Sam. Jo filled her up on what was going on with him, and they all sat down to wait. Dean wouldn't look at her anymore.

The doctor finally came to talk to them after God knows how long. Dean pretty much jump from his chair and almost grabbed the doctor by his collar.

"How's my brother doc? Is he okay?"

He tried to get Dean to sit down so he could talk to him, but he wouldn't. So they stayed up.

"Sam had a couple of broken ribs, an internal bleeding that we got in under control with blood transfusions, some lacerations, and a small head trauma, which was our biggest concern."

"Okay, but how is he now?"

"He's in the ICU under observation, he's stable but we're gonna monitor him to see how he spends the night, if there aren't any complications."

"But there could be complications? Are you hiding something? Please doc, tell me how my brother really is, can I see him?"

"I'm not hiding anything, as I said he's stable but we need to monitor him, specially because of the head trauma. It's procedure. And you can't see him yet, he can't get any visitors from now, he's fully sedated so his body can heal better. Maybe you can see him in the morning if his condition allows. But don't worry, your brother is responding well."

The doctor left them, and Dean prepared to spend the night at the waiting room, he wouldn't leave his brother side until he was 100% sure he was okay. Jo had to go home and try to get at least some sleep, because she had a very important exam in the morning that she just couldn't miss. Jess also refused to leave, and Dean was too exhausted and worried to argue.

They sat a few chair apart from each other, and stayed in silence for a long while. Dean was getting a little uncomfortable because his leg was starting to hurt, because he was wearing the prosthesis since early morning. He should have taken it off by now, but he couldn't do it yet. He was trying to get his mind away from the pain when Jess finally spoke, not looking at him.

"He loves you more than anything, you should know that."

Dean looked at her, forgetting the pain for a moment.

"He didn't do it on purpose. He hid it because he loves you. I couldn't understand at first either, but now I do. He told me you always did everything for him, and you would have given up on me for him if you knew. I don't agree with the fact that he hid this. He should have told us the truth. But Sam has the biggest heart in the whole world. He put himself last, he decided to suffer instead of watching you suffering."

Dean didn't say anything.

"Take this as an opportunity to start things over with your brother. Take care of him as I'm sure he did for you when you had your car crash. He's gonna need you more than ever, even if he won't admit it. We won't be together Dean. We can't, he won't do that to you. We talked about it. He chose you, Dean. He knows he can't do that to you, and even though it hurts like hell and always will, I understand. I'd do the same. He gave up on us for you. And yet, you refuse to talk to him."

There were tears rolling down her face, and he realized he had them too. He buried his face in his hands. Jess got closer and rubbed a hand on his back.

"You're a great guy Dean. And I know you're also hurt. But it's time to try to let it go. Sam was given a second chance, and you should take it. Make things up with your brother. I'll get away from you guys, you won't see me anymore. It will be easy for all of us."

She got up.

"Just… take care of Sam, okay?" Her voice was trembling. He leaned down and kissed the top of Dean's head. "Just please, send me a message to say how's he doing okay? Or ask Jo to do it."

And she was gone.

Dean tried to hold back another wave of tears, but he couldn't. She was right. Sam did that for him, and he was ignoring his brother. He was a huge dick.

He waited until early morning, but he couldn't take it anymore, he was in too much pain. He was wearing the prosthetic leg for almost 24 hours now, and he just couldn't do it. He knew his stump was very swollen, and he needed to take the leg off. If he didn't, he would have serious problems, maybe he would have to go for weeks without wearing it, and that would really suck. God, he hated this, he just wanted to be there for Sam and he couldn't. He went to the ICU, limping, found a nurse and explained the situation. He asked if he could just take a look at his brother before going home to take care of his leg, and he would be back later. The nurse sympathized with him (he tried to gave him a killer look, and surprisingly it kinda worked) and allowed him in (after talking to the doctor) for 5 minutes.

Sam was on the bed, completely asleep, connected to a bunch of machines. His torso was bare, and he had a large bandage around it. There were also scratches and cuts on his arms and face, and there were some dressings on his body. He was very pale, but maybe he would be just fine. Dean took his hand and held it for a while, staring at him. He was gonna take care of his little brother. But to do that, he needed to take care of himself first.

He got home, took his leg off and took care of his very swollen stump. He wouldn't be able to use the leg until it went down, and he hated that, he was very used to have 2 full legs again. But that didn't matter, Sam needed him.

He laid down a little to give his leg and himself some rest, and set up the alarm on his cell so he would wake up one hour from now. And he allowed himself to get at least a little sleep.

Sam fully regained consciousness later that day, after waking up a few times but not being totally aware.

The first thing he noticed was Dean sitting on a plastic chair next to him, crutches leaning on the side of his bed. He was still feeling a little groggy. Dean leaned closer to him, but didn't get up.

"Hey, where's your leg?"

Dean laughed with relief.

"I'd say it's pretty much fully decomposed by now."

Sam rolled his eyes the best he could, his head was hurting like a bitch.

"I had it on for too long, so I have to give my poor half leg a little rest."

"What happened to me? What am I doing here?"

"You were coming home from work but decided to hug a tree on your way there."

Sam didn't remember much, just driving home. But he guessed he was fine, at least his whole body was there and he could feel it all. It could be worse. He looked at Dean and didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he was still mad at him or not, and he didn't dare asking. But Dean seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Hey Sam… I'm sorry okay? I understand why you did what you did, and I forgive you. Spending the night in a waiting room makes you think a lot… let's put this behind us okay? I'm here for you."

Sam was relieved, at least something good came out of this. He wondered if Jess knew what happened, but didn't dare asking. He wouldn't push his luck that far.

Sam was released from the hospital a few days later, and Dean got in charge of taking care of him. He was still sore from his broken ribs and everything, so he spent most of the day in bed.

He was glad he had Dean back, but he missed Jess. He wanted to talk to her, see her, but he knew he shouldn't. He knew he had to forget her, he just didn't know how.

Two days after he got home, he was in bed watching TV when Dean got in and sat beside him.

"What's up?"

He had a permanent smile on his face and Sam was curious.

"I got you a Christmas present Sammy."

"It's not even September yet Dean."

"I know. But this couldn't wait."

He looked like a big child. He nodded towards the door and there was Jess, smiling at him. He was hallucinating, maybe a late effect from the head trauma. But he blinked and she didn't disappear, so maybe it was real. He looked at Dean.

"What is this Dean?"

"My present for you Sammy, as I said. I thought a lot and I can't get it the middle of this. I would never forgive myself. So do me a favor and make yourself happy at last."

Dean ruffled Sam's hair, winked at Jess and left the room.

She took Dean's place by his side on the bed and smiled at him.

"How are you feeling?"

"Confused."

She laughed. God, he missed that sound. She took his hand in hers.

"I was at the hospital the night of the accident. Dean and I had a talk, and I left, I decided to get away from you guys, it was the best thing for all of us. But yesterday Dean called me and we had a long talk. And he understood that it was nobody's fault, it was a prank destiny played on us, and you did what you did because you love him so much. So he demanded us to get together, otherwise he would kick both of our asses."

Sam was definitely dreaming, this was too good to be truth.

"Are you serious?"

"He gave us his blessing. He called bestman though."

Sam smiled, after a long while. He could finally be with Jess, and he would still have Dean. He had no words for what this meant to him. He had missed her for so long, he went through so much because of her, he was 100% sure they could never be together and now here they were.

He pulled her closer to him and kissed her on the lips, for a long time. He just couldn't believe he now could kiss her anytime he wanted. Maybe life was in fact good.

He pulled away and ran a hand through her hair.

"Promise me something?"

"Anything."

"Promise me you'll never forget about us?"

She smiled and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"I never did."

Guys, first I want to apologize for taking so long to update, I went to London in the beginning of the month and my mind was all about it... and also I wasn't home last week, so I couldn't write earlier...

But anyway, this was the last full chapter of the fic (don't worry, there's still the epilogue), and I hope you guys enjoyed it! I know I enjoyed writing, specially this last chapter. I appreciate all your reviews, and you can leave me some more now to let me know what you think about the whole thing. thanks for everything guys! xoxo