DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF ITS CHRACTERS! TITLE BASED ON A LINE FROM THE SONG KING AND LIONHEART BY OF MONSTERS AND MEN. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THEIR LYRICS OR MUSIC!
Howling Ghosts, They Reappear
Dean thought he saw Yellow Eyes, Azazel. Dean thought he saw Sam, Sammy. He just chalked it up to wishful thinking. When something was wrong his mind went right to Sam, it always did. Dean got lucky sometimes, through his own account, but nothing good ever happened to him. It had been a year, the longest either had been without the other since Sam left for Stanford. Nothing was going to change or get better unless he left, but Dean couldn't do that. He couldn't hurt the family that took him in, loved him. But once Dean opened his eyes and found a dirty, abandoned cabin filled with cobwebs and the only thing he ever loved that all changed. Sam's worried expression was peering down at him through sleepy hair and Dean's eyes immediately filled with tears. It was his Sammy, he knew it was real. Dean didn't need Sam to go through their ritual when one or the other miraculously comes back from Hell. He knew it was Sam, but Dean also didn't want to be filled with dread if he discovered Sam really was still dead and someone had finally come to gank him wearing his only weaknesses skin. As usual, Sam didn't listen to him and proceeded with caution. Holy Water. Salt. Silver Dagger. He was really Sam.
Dean could feel his throat closing up and his heart kicking into over drive. All the emotional crap that he made fun of everyone else for feeling rushed in and took over. One second Dean was coping and the next he was crying and he wasn't afraid to admit that he was, but only a little. Dean gripped Sam so tight he thought they would meld into one person; he kind of hoped they would. He knew that he was soaking Sam's shirt from his tears but he didn't care. Apparently, neither did Sam because he held Dean close and ran a hand through his hair. Just like when they were younger and they both couldn't sleep, only to awaken and find that both of their fists were wrapped in the others messy hair. When Dean pulled back to look at Sam, to make sure this wasn't a dream, he couldn't help himself. He kissed Sam, full on the lips. Dean didn't worry about Sam not wanting him in that fashion anymore because of his trip downstairs or that maybe Sam wanted to take it slow. He just let all his love flow through his veins and into Sam's lips. And his Sammy responded by smiling against Dean's lips and wrapping his arms even tighter around his brother. Dean laughed happily and leaned against his one and only love. Sam sighed, this time in annoyance. He was sure Dean would make a good lay, from what he could remember, but he was tired of all the emotion behind this. Maybe if he could pry his brother off his jock he could go to a bar and see what he could find in this Podunk town people called a home.