AN: I am so sorry that it took me so long to get this up. I was struggling with some things. In addition, Beccawestlifeaddictwas my beta on this and I am thankful for her help. Without her this would not be as good as it is. The sex scene is all hers. I tried, but hers sounded a lot better than mine did. Hope you enjoy and as usual I do not own. :D
Dean woke up the next morning to find himself lying in Sam's arms he smiled. He couldn't help but be thankful that they had finally made up, or at least were on the path of putting things back together. He got up and went to he got up to make breakfast, knowing better than to wait for Sam to do it. He was almost done when Sam joined him, smiling tiredly "Morning." Dean said with a smile as Sam sat down on a stool. "Here's your coffee." Dean said remembering how Sam took it and added the right amount of cream and sugar.
"M'rning." Sam replied, still half asleep. "It's too early for anyone to be awake, why are you up?" he asked.
"I couldn't sleep. I'm used to getting up this early now, still not awake though. I have to work at seven thirty and I wanted food before I left." Dean set Sam's plate beside him, his brother suddenly much livelier as he saw the breakfast Dean had prepared
"So, here's the unanswered question; are we okay?" Sam asked, watching Dean carefully. Dean hesitated, pushing his food around the plate before he answered
"It might take some time till we're back to completely okay. But I think for now we're back to being brothers." Sam swallowed quickly, drawing an amused look from Dean "With the sex benefits." He added before his brother could say anything. Sam smiled contentedly, suddenly enjoying his food a lot more
"Thanks for the breakfast." He said as they finished. "It was great; you've gotten better at cooking and everything." Dean resisted the temptation to retort that one of them had to be able to cook or else they'd starve
He looked up to find Sam looking at him as though working up the nerve to say something. "What?" He asked, saving him the trouble.
"I want you to move back in."
The sentence hung between them, both worried what the other was going to say
"I gotta get ready for work." Dean said, Sam's heart sinking at his brother's avoidance of the question he'd spent most of the night trying to figure out how to ask. "Dean-"
"I want to move back in too." He wondered how one look at Sam's puppy eyes could have him doing whatever his brother wanted. Not that he didn't want that as well, quite the contrary.
He couldn't help smile as Sam's face lit up. "That's…that's great! Well, I have an early class in half hour so I better go get ready." Dean shook his head as Sam left the kitchen looking as though he'd recently had a great weight lifted off his shoulders.
Sam smiled as he showered, remembering the night before.
He and Dean had made up, giving him a welcome understanding of why make-up sex is always better.
Clothes lay forgotten on the floor as they fell onto the bed, lips brushing in chaste kisses, neither doing anything to break the contact. Dean's lips were soft against his, the kiss tinged with a tenderness Sam had taken for granted until he didn't have it anymore. Reaching under the pillow, he brought out the lube, feeling Dean's smile against his mouth. The lube was cold but the gentleness with which they worked made it bearable. The pace was slow, both of them wanting something they could remember, something meaningful, something real.
Sam closed his eyes as he remembered everything. He just hoped that nothing else went wrong any time soon. Too much had gone wrong already.
Dean had gone back to his dad's friends' place to get some clothes. He then took off to work once he'd showered. He was so glad that him and Sam were back to being brothers. It might take a while, but he knew they'd get their relationship back also. He got to work ten minutes before he was supposed to, using the extra time to call Sam. "Hey, see you're out the shower." He said when Sam answered.
"Yeah, I was just heading out the door." Sam told him grabbing his backpack. "I was wondering…do you want to meet me after class?"
"When's your last one?"
"I get off at twelve, then have two classes back to back. My last one's at six. I had to take an extra English class this semester and that was the only time I could get it."
"Okay. I have to work till seven, so I'll meet you at the apartment." Dean said.
"How about I come there?" Sam offered.
"I have to stop and get something before I can get there so it wouldn't work." Dean told him.
"Oh, well call me when you have your first break. I should be out class at ten."
"First break's at nine-thirty, but I'll take it ten today."
"Sounds good. If I don't pick up leave a voice mail. I might be getting my paper back today and I'll have to talk to the teacher." Sam said.
"That'll work." Dean told him. "I have to go to work. I'll call you then.""Okay, bye Dean." Sam said walking into his class.
"Talk to ya later little brother." Dean said hanging up.