Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural but it would be fun to though.

Warning: Wincest! Sam/Dean/Cas. Angel Love. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Lots and lots of schmoop and some angst as well in most of these story chapters. Gabriel does join their bed sexually and in love with them in later chapter, after the Christmas one in fact.

Plot: Sam is having ideas now that they have established themselves in a permanent relationship with Cas and Dean, and him. Dean is surprise at his ideas and says so.

Can Sam talk him into celebrating their Anniversary or will Dean veto it for good?

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(The boys and Cas have formed a threesome together and now Sam wants to celebrate the first time he and Dean admitted they loved each other. It's their anniversary so to speak. Dean is nervous about it, he has never been in a relationship long enough to have celebrated an anniversary with anyone before so he is new to it. This is important to Sam and he has to tell Dean he really wants this.

Spoiler: Dean is going to want to celebrate the anniversary of when Cas, too, with the Anniversary marking the first time that they admitted they loved each other, too. Sam will want some angel anniversary, too.

There is wonderfully graphic Wincest, and lots of romantic moments in this chapter and the ones that follow it, so please keep looking for them, I will post them as I get them written. It turned out to be more graphic than I planned it to be, so don't read if this is not your type of reading.

Otherwise it is amazing, so please read, you will definitely like it.)

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The Winchester boys sat side by side in another diner. This one had looked like it had good food so they had gone in. Besides they advertised the best apple pie in town and Dean wanted some pie.

He had gotten quite a shock though when Sam had insisted that he needed to talk to him about something. He had agreed to listen but when he heard what Sam wanted to talk about, he was shocked.

"Sammy, what are you talking about?" Dean asked surprised at Sam's words.

"You heard me. I didn't stutter." Sam said It was an unexpected suggestion, "Every couple does it, a lot."

"We're not every couple! We are hunters and right now we're in the middle of a case. You sure about this?" Dean argued. They were arguing in whispers. It should have been cute. Neither man saw it that way though.

"We're always in the middle of something, you know that. We have to make time for this kind of stuff now." Sam insisted, Dean must not want this, how could this not be important to him, too? Sam lowered his eyes from Dean's, a tear sliding from behind an eyelid.

Dean saw it and realized he had hurt Sam with what he had said.

"I know you're right. Sammy. I do." Dean said gently, using a finger to wipe away the tear from his cheek. "Can't we do this after the hunt?" He leaned into Sam and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek where the tear had been. He took Sam's hand in his and held it. 'I love you. I'm sorry. You are important to me', the gestures said. Sam knew this and tried to not be so upset. He was being a big girl at the moment, but this was important to him, to both of them really.

The waitress had appeared behind them while they were doing this and had gone to refill their coffees. Once she saw what they were doing, her face fell in disappointment. She poured the coffee without looking at them and went back to the service area. She kicked herself mentally; she had been planning on slipping the short blonde one her number.

The boys had not even noticed her approach or exit.

"I want this, Dean. We should make time for this." Sam said. It was their first Anniversary and they couldn't let just let it pass without acknowledging it.

Dean sighed as Sam's soft hazel eyes stared into his own. Sam was right; they had to make time for this. Dean had never been with anyone long enough to have to do this with them. Now that they had made their relationship more permanent, these moments were going to have to be cherished and remembered. "We won't always be able to do this or even make time for it. We don't live regular lives." Dean said softly, gazing up into his lover's hazel eyes; He loved Sam's eyes.

"I'm not asking that. I'm not asking you to change anything. It's just that it's our first one. You don't just forget that one." Sam said and smiled as Dean pulled him into a brief kiss. Dean whispered against his soft lips, his heart filling with love for the man in front of him, "I love you, Sammy."

"Okay, Sammy. We'll make time for it." Dean agreed, unable to deny his lover/brother something so important to him, to both of them.

Sammy rewarded him with a wide happy smile and shining happy eyes that said how much he loved him as well. Dean smiled back.

Frankly, Dean had been surprised that Sam had been keeping that close a track of their relationship's hallmark moments.

"Thank you." Sam said and kissed him softly but briefly.

"How did I get so lucky to have someone like you?" Dean whispered. He felt so lucky to have Sam in his life. He knew Sam was surprised that Dean had chosen to love him over everyone else, besides Cas. He didn't see himself clearly but Dean knew the truth, he was the lucky one, he had Sam, and Sam loved him, despite his many flaws. Sometimes the guy needed to be reminded just how amazing he really was.

"Because you're awesome, that's why." Sam smiled at his lover/brother.

"No, because you are just that awesome." Dean said, and meant every word. He took Sam's hand in his again and used the other hand to pull the money out. He tossed it on the table and let Sam pull him out the door, smiling like a madman.

The waitress sighed as she watched the two gorgeous men leave and wondered, 'Why are all the cute ones always gay or taken?' This one was both.

Then she went over to a table of customers nearby and took their order.

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Dean pulled Sam in for a deep kiss once they were inside the Impala. "Love you, Sammy." He said his face close to Sam's. Ordinarily personal space was an issue, but when it came to Sammy, there was no personal space. There was only the space between them that they had both occupied together for all their lives. They wanted each other in that space; no gaps between them.

"Love you, Dean." Sam pressed his body as much as he could against Dean's. His breath brushing against Dean's oh- so-kissable lips. Dean shuddered in pleasure as it did. He groaned in desire and pressed his hands against Sam's body, touching where he could touch, kissing where he could reach from their cramped position in the car's front seat. Sam's hands touched him back in rhythm, their breathing speeding up and their passion building in that moment.

Dean backed off and took a deep breath; he had something to say to Sam, and he wanted Sam to appreciate every word. "So what do you want to do, Sammy?" Dean smiled, making up his mind this definitely going to be a regular part of their relationship. "You know I've never celebrated an anniversary before." He pointed out and Sam smiled at him.

"I'll think of something. In the meantime…" Sam took the hand Dean had been touching his chest with and placed it on his thigh, Dean's fingers laying against Sam's inner thigh where Sam loved him to touch the most. Their kissing and touching had caused a most interesting result there.

Dean chuckled feeling his brother's arousal press against his fingers and slowly worked his fingertips up his inner thigh and to the resulting hardness he had felt there. Sam's hips lifted to meet his touches and Sam moaned thickly, his head going back and his eyes closing.

Dean revved the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot. He drove toward their motel room. He had some things to take care of, starting with the beautiful man moaning in pleasure beside him. His hand began to press against the hardness and stroke it over the fabric of his jeans, causing Sam to moan his name and grind against Dean's touch. Dean continued to drive but made sure to let Sammy know just how important to him he really was.

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Dean parked the car in front of the room and Sammy had to fight to clear his head of desire long enough to get out of the car. Dean pulled Sam along behind him into the motel room and then he pressed Sam into the door, locking the door behind them. Dean's lips trail along Sam neck and up to his lips then he kissed him hard; their bodies rubbing along each other. Sam's hand went to move down to Dean's groin but Dean caught and held it away from him. "No touching, Sammy, not yet." Dean gently but firmly bit Sam's bottom lip and then kissed to his ear, "I got this, Sammy, just lay back and enjoy it."

He turned and pushed Sam down onto the bed now. He helped him get his clothes off and then removed his own. Sam's eyes moved down his body, ravishing it with his eyes, and Dean hardened under his gaze but just stood there until Sam looked away trying to control himself. Dean then went to Sam and pulled him into another kiss, Sam's hand clenched the bedspread with the urge to touch Dean but didn't. His body, however, pressed against Dean's, unable to stop himself. Dean stopped kissing Sam and began kissing his neck again, taking the time to stroke the spot beside his ear and making Sam moan with repressed need. 'Dean!' Sam moaned out, and Dean moved along Sam's chest to kiss him there. Sam moaned and whimpered; he wasn't going to last long if Dean kept this up.

Dean must have sensed this because he moved lower to Sam's groin, and grabbed Sam's hardness in his hand. He squeezed him gently and Sam's head went back, a groan escaping his shapely lips. His lips pressed against the head and Sam's hands nearly tore a hole in the bedspread. He moved his lip down to the end and then moved back up to the tip again. His tongue licking as he moved. He began to suck harder and then move up and down it. Sam's body arched up to him and Sam cried out, begging him to stop or slow down one moment and the next begging him to never stop. Dean stopped and went to stand over Sam, who lay there staring up at him, weak with desire.

Dean smiled lazily down at Sam and kissed his lips again, Sam pressing against him again, needing the contact. Their mouth ate at each other and their tongues twisted together, both moaning in need. Dean forced himself to stop and told Sam, "Roll over." Sam moved up to his stomach, arching his back to give Dean easier access. Dean applied the lube and took the time to kiss and nibble along his cheeks while stroking Sam's length the whole time, slowly and carefully. Sam bucked against the touch, wanting more. Dean pushed into him carefully and began to make careful thrusts into him, drawing pleasurable moans from Sam with each movement, each one louder than before, Sam was clearly not going to be quiet for this! Dean loved it when he did this. He ended up thrusting harder and faster, hitting Sam's prostrate with each thrust. "Please, Dean! I have to touch you, please!"

"Touch me then, Sammy, please touch me!" Dean moaned as he was coming so close to his release. Sam's hand reached back and raked nails against his thigh, harder than he had meant to. Dean did not find it unpleasant though. Sam's scratching fingers and the tightening of his body around Dean, all had pushed Dean so close to the edge but he found he couldn't go past it alone. "Go, Sammy, please go! I can't hold off much longer!" Dean panted, his control slipping rapidly. Sam's hips managed to match Dean's hard thrusts until he felt Sam's whole body tighten around him and Sam cried out his name, repeating it over and over as he came. Dean's control slipped at the sound of Sam calling out his name. He came calling 'Oh, Sammy,' over and over as the pleasure rolled them over and over. Eventually they parted and Sam cuddled into Dean, weak and smiling. Dean returned a similar smile and said, "My Sammy! I love my Sammy."

Sam played with Dean's stomach muscles, tickling him slightly, and Dean lay back to enjoy the touch. "My Dean, too! I love my Dean." Sam's touches moved lower and began to touch Dean now. Dean hardened against his hand. Sam moved to lightly kiss Dean's chest and torso. He turned his head to smile slyly at his brother, "Now it's my turn." Dean's hand went to play with Sam's hair, pressing into it, urging him lower, moaning Sam's name begging for him to continue. Sam pulled his hand off him with his free hand. Before his mouth moved onto Dean's hardness, he looked up into Dean's eyes, smiling evilly.

"No touching, Dean, not yet…"

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(Aww, I know it was just getting good, wasn't it? I'm such a tease.

If you review enough, I may finish it for ya.

Hey, anyone with an idea for how to have them spend their anniversary, please feel free to let me know.

This is the beginning of an arc, consisting of an anniversary chapter for Sam/Dean, Cas/Dean, Cas/Sam. They all want to celebrate their anniversary and I broke them into three separate one on one dates.
Just so you know, this isn't the date part. This is just Dean and Sam getting happy with each other, l haven't got the date part wrote yet.

Keep watching and It should be posted soon. Please let me know what you think.

So please review.)