Sam did end up making plans to go to Stanford. Three years after his relationship with Dmitri ended, he almost forgot about his promise.

It wasn't like he didn't apply to other schools, too. But Stanford saw his potential and offered him a first-year scholarship; something that he would definitely need considering his meager - if not nonexistent -earnings from the hunting lifestyle.

But he had yet to tell Dean.

The two brothers were staying at another seedy hotel, this time in Kansas. John was off on a small errand in another county that would stretch on for another couple of days.

Sam decided that it was now or never.

"Hey Dean?"

"Yeah?" The eldest was drinking a beer while his feet were propped up on the arm of the worn couch. Sam approached a little nervously, holding his letter from Stanford.

"I got this; it's important. I want you to read it."

Dean looked a little suspicious, but he reached out and took the piece of folded paper.

Sam watched nervously as his brother scrutinized the page, and it looked like he read it a couple of times before he finally handed it back.

"Looks real. Nice Job; it'll fool dad real good."

Sam's jaw fell open a little as he grasped for the words to say. "I… Dean it's not fake; it's real. I'm going to Stanford."

It was Dean's turn to be speechless. He sat upright from his lounging pose and looked Sam right in the eye.

Sam spoke first. "Why would you think I would fake a letter from Stanford?"

"I don't know… I guess maybe you were going to run off with some guy and you wanted dad to think you were at college. Hell, I don't know what goes on in that head of yours."

Sam felt a little hurt at his brother's words. "Dean I'm going to law school. I'm going to help people." He took a seat next to Dean and the flimsy cushion sank through the couch frame and nearly all the way down to the floor.

"We already help people, Sam. We save people's lives every day."

Sam scrambled to get comfortable on the defective couch, but to no avail. They both ended up standing face to face, a little too closely and for no apparent reason.

"I need to do this, Dean. If for nothing else I need to just get away from the hunting business… For now."

"You mean get away from dad." Dean pinpointed wisely.

"Yeah, sure. Dad."

"How long 'till you leave?"

"Two weeks."

Dean nodded solemnly and looked at the hideous, puke-colored carpet instead of looking into Sam's searching, puppy-dog eyes.

"Well whadda'ya want me to say, Sam? Good job? I guess?"

"Yeah. I guess I was looking for your approval."

"I don't want you to go."

"But you'll still help me, right?"

"Always, Sammy. I'm your big brother. I'll always support you."

Sam broke into a little satisfied smile. Dean gave a strained smile, but it was still a smile all the same.

Maybe this could work after all.

Maybe Sam really could leave the hunting life behind.

...XoXoXo...

Telling John Winchester was a bit harder than telling Dean. He took it hard. But at the same time he was happy to have a son going to college. It just meant there was one less hunter out there sending demons back to hell.

But Sam still slept soundly at night in those final days with Dean. He had two weeks left of the hunting life. And then he was going to be a student.

He simply couldn't wait.

...XoXoXo...

"You can still change your mind, Sammy." Dean practically begged, watching as Sam packed his things. He was leaving in the morning. And it was breaking Dean's heart. He tried not to show it, but the crack in his voice gave it away; not to mention the mournful expression he wore all day. Bring out the sackcloth and ashes.

"I don't want to change my mind, Dean. I'm excited about going."

"But you're leaving me, too; not just hunting, and not just dad."

Sam left his duffel on the bed so he could give Dean his full attention. He walked closer, and closer, until they were close enough to hug. But they didn't.

Dean looked down, refusing to make eye contact as he said weakly, "Please don't leave me, Sammy."

"I love you. You know that. This college thing… it isn't about you."

"But I'm the one getting hurt the worst from it, aren't I?"

Sam didn't quite know how to reply to that. His own heart ached at the thought that he was breaking Dean's by leaving.

"I'll always love you, Dean."

Dean finally looked up at Sam. He had a few tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he said,

"Show me."

It started with a kiss. Without hesitation Sam kissed Dean slow and soft, and perfect. Dean outright moaned when his brain caught up with what was happening. Their lips moved together in perfect tandem, and Sam introduced his tongue into the kiss soon after it started. He gripped Dean tightly and explored his mouth, practically holding up his weak-kneed older brother while they kissed.

"God I love you, Dean." Sam ran his hand through Dean's short brown hair as he licked and sucked and claimed every inch of Dean's mouth.

Dean felt ecstatic to finally be joined with his brother in this way. He was so blown away by the skill and passion Sam exuded and expressed with the kiss.

Dean pulled away and looked into those wild green eyes.

"I want so many things with you that I know I can't have." He confessed aloud for the first time.

"Tonight." Sam shared air with Dean as their lips hovered inches apart. "We can have them tonight."

Dean responded with a kiss, pushing all of his doubts and fears out of the way to make room for the desire and lust building up in his body.

Sam didn't know just how far they'd go, physically, but he was willing to do whatever Dean wanted; if only for the one night.

Pants and shirts were discarded slowly, unrushed while they kissed deeply, forgetting any insecurities or anxieties. This was love, they both knew. They were going to do more than just have sex. They were going to make love.

Sam was already hard and leaking through his boxers, and one look at Dean's lower region told him he was in the same condition.

It had been seven years, but the hard bulge in Dean's briefs still felt familiar to Sam as he slid the impeding garment off his brother's hips.

"Here, lay on the bed." Dean suggested once they were both completely naked.

Sam obeyed without a word, which had to be a first in the history of ever. He looked up at his brother with a lusty expression, and Dean had to pinch himself to keep from getting too fucking aroused just looking at his Sam lying there like that.

Dean smiled a small smile and repositioned himself so he was kneeling on the bed and looming over Sam and his face so close they were sharing breaths.

"You have no idea how tempting this is for me." Dean divulged with a groan. Their erections were very nearly touching.

"You don't have to fight it Dean. You can have me."

Sam closed the discussion with a sloppy kiss, and Dean finally rested his ass on Sam's thighs, officially straddling him and bringing their cocks together. They were both vibrating with the excitement and slight nervousness that accompanied the newness of the current experience.

Sam looked up at Dean and said, "Let me suck your cock."

"Oh God…" Dean let go of Sammy's hair and leaned back on a very random position on the bed, his feet nearly dangling off the edge. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could get a perfect view of Sam sliding into position, mouth right in front of his leaking cock.

He kissed it. He put a big, sloppy kiss on the tip of his brother's big cock.

Dean could only watch in awe and arousal and he tentatively stroked his hand through the long, shaggy hair on Sam's head while utterly fantastic pleasure shot up his spine.

Sam was so good at this.

"God, Sammy… It's like you were born to do this." Dean didn't even realize the implications of his statement when he said it. But he did mean it. Sam and he were born to be together. There was no doubting it now.

Dean only wished he could get this to last forever.

He sighed loudly when Sam put all of him in his mouth, and down his throat; sucking and licking passionately and sloppily. It felt so damn good. He closed his eyes in total bliss, enjoying every nanosecond of this beautiful moment.

"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth." Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair as he praised him. "You make me feel so good."

Sam moaned when he felt Dean stroking his scalp with his exploring fingertips. He loved the feeling of the fleshy cock in his mouth and he was ecstatic that Dean was enjoying his efforts.

Dean startled and nearly came on the spot when Sam did this one thing with the tip of his tongue… It was licking at his balls; even though his mouth was stuffed full of cock Sam stuck is tongue out from behind his stretched lips and started making little licks at Dean's ball sac. His fingers were also playing with it; massaging the loose skin and occasionally pulling on it.

The stimulation was too much.

"Gonna come if you keep doing that."

Sam kept doing it; daring his brother to stop him.

"Stop, Sam… seriously." Dean panted. And just when he thought he thought he might lose all control, Sam pulled off, trying not to cough as the cock slid against his uvula on the way out.

"God… Where did you learn to do that?"

"Do you actually want to know?" Sam said smugly.

"Not really."

"Didn't think so." Sam slid further up Dean's body and resumed kissing him, making sure to convey every ounce of passion and desire that he felt. He wanted to get fucked. Now.

He rolled off of Dean and onto his back, letting Dean take his cue to be on top.

"I want it, Dean. I want you to fuck me."

Sam heard his brother's breath catch in his chest. Something akin to a whimper escaped his throat.

Dean loomed over Sam and his face was so close they were almost kissing.

"You want my cock in your ass?" Dean asked vulgarly as he clenched his fist in Sammy's long hair.

"Yes." Sam was already so turned on that his hips bucked when he heard the explicit words.

Dean's eyes flickered as he realized that this was it; he wasn't just teasing.

He was getting ready to have sex with Sam.

"You want me to fill your ass with my cum? You want me to paint your pretty hole with it? Tell me what you want, Sam." The hand squeezed tighter, making Sam squeal in pain and pleasure.

"I want you to fill me with cum, Dean. Mark me as yours."

Dean groaned his arousal and surprise at that smart, dirty mouth he had no idea Sam possessed. "You are mine, aren't you, Sammy?"

"Yes." Sam felt his arousal reaching a critical point, and he knew that even the slightest touch was going to push him over the edge.

Dean leaned over to the bedside table drawer and retrieved a tube of lubricant and poured some on his fingers.

He held out his slick fingers for his little brother to see. "Let me open you up, Sammy. Let me have your ass."

Sam rolled onto his stomach and stuck his ass into the air for Dean to get a perfect view of his hole.

Dean's cock twitched upon seeing Sammy's tight virgin hole just waiting for him to fuck.

Sam felt slick fingers immediately smoothing over his crack and exploring his tight ring of muscle that had never been touched by anyone but himself.

"I'll bet you play with yourself all the time, don't you Sammy?" Dean whispered hoarsely, trying to cover up the fact that he was nervous as hell to finally be able to do this to his perfect baby brother. After all these years…

"Yes Dean." Sam said lustily as he anticipated those rough fingers going inside. "I think about you fucking me while I put fingers in my ass."

"God, Sam…" Dean had to take a deep breath to keep from coming right then; hearing his baby brother's confession was so hot that he very nearly finished untouched.

Sam felt wet warmth on his asshole, and he flinched and gave a little mewl when he realized that Dean was licking him down there.

"Oh Dean. Mmmm… Feels so good." Sam moaned his pleasure loudly as Dean poked his tongue inside the tight ring of muscle, loosening him from the inside out.

Dean started with two fingers, still licking the rim while the fingers dove in and out rather roughly. But Sam liked it that way. It felt good to have his older brother prepping him in a quick and dirty fashion. They had both waited too long for this.

"Fuck me, Dean." Sam became impatient after a few moments of likely-inadequate prep. Dean's cock was fucking huge. There was no way Sam was going to be walking straight the next day.

But Sam wanted it. And if Sam wanted it, Dean was happy to give it.

The slide was painful, and slow. Dean was slicked with lube, but it still hurt a little. Sam forced himself to relax while the last half of his brother's cock slid inside until every inch was buried inside his impossibly tight ass.

"Sam…" Dean groaned as complete and utter bliss filled his entire being, starting at his cock and radiating throughout his body.

"You're so tight." Dean tried to pull out a little, but Sam whimpered, so he stopped.

"Just wait. I need a moment."

"Okay." Dean tried not to feel guilty about rushing the penetration. Sure, it was Sam's request, but he should have known better.

"God Dean you're huge." Sam half-laughed as he tried to force himself to relax around the intrusion inside him.

"You have no idea how good this feels, Sam. It's like… God I don't even know what it's like. It's just… fucking incredible."

"I think you can move now."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Sam braced himself for some more pain, but he felt pleasure this time instead. The wonderful feeling of Dean's slick cock moving along his sensitive asshole and pressing against something deep inside him that made him see stars… It was all almost too much.

Dean was close embarrassingly quickly. He'd hardly made three tentative thrusts and he was already dangerously close to the edge.

He braced himself and thrust faster, and his hand reached around Sam's hips so he could grab his cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts.

"I'm gonna come, Sammy. I want you to come with me."

"Yes!" Sam screamed when he felt the cock drive into his prostate. "I'm coming, Dean. Oh God…"

Sam exploded in Dean's hand, outright screaming as pleasure ripped through his body like a sharp knife spilling his guts out onto the bed and leaving him without breath.

Dean was already there. His hips seized and he emptied his balls inside his Sammy's tight passage.

"Oh God…" Neither was sure which one of them said it. They were collapsed on the bed, temporarily satiated and nearly exhausted.

"Dean… that was…. Amazing."

Dean didn't respond. He tried not to choke up as he realized that this may as well have just been a dream; because Sammy was leaving in the morning.

"Hey," Sam rolled over to face Dean once he realized that Dean's euphoria had turned into something other than euphoria.

"You don't regret it, right?"

"No." Dean's voice cracked and he could help the single tear that slid down the side of his head as he lay there on the bed.

"I just can't stand the thought of you being gone."

"It's okay Dean." Sam wrapped his arm around Dean's lean torso and pulled him in for an improvised hug.

"We'll always have this; even when I'm not here. And I'll visit on breaks. I promise."

Dean nodded and sniffed, trying to regain his machismo.

He knew Sammy meant every word. He just had to get himself to believe it.