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Sam didn't understand. What was Dean saying? Surely Dean wasn't as messed up as he was?
"…Iloveyou." Sam said, his words probably incomprehensible to anyone but Dean.
The corners of Dean's mouth twitched up for a sec as his fingers gently caressed Sam's cheek.
"Once again, I'm probably going to hell for this… but I love you too, Sammy. I really do."
Sam blinked, again and again, staring at the man he had admired and loved for so long.
"I don't get it… How long… When…?"
"Sam."
Dean looked at his brother, eyes full of adoration. He'd never wanted to admit to anyone that he had these inappropriate feelings towards his brother; hell, he'd never even wanted to admit it to himself. The only reason he'd actually accepted it now was because of his beautiful brother sitting in front of him, tears in his adorable, hazel eyes.
"Always, Sammy." he whispered, sealing his words with a kiss. "Always."

The avalanche of emotions that rolled over Sam threatened to suffocate him; he didn't know what to do or feel anymore.
Dean was so close.
Dean loved him.
He wasn't crazy.
Dean loved him.
They were both crazy.

Sam clenched his fists in Dean's jacket and hid his tears by burying his face in his brother's shirt. Sam could feel Dean's amulet, a necklace that he had given his brother as a Christmas present many years ago, somewhere near his ear; the scent of Dean's shirt comforted him and when his big brother wrapped his arms around him, Sam's sobs slowly fading to sniffles.
"Something's horribly wrong with us." Sam muttered into Dean's t-shirt.
Dean's hands slid down to Sam's lower back and Sam looked up at Dean, characteristic smirk showing on his brother's face.
Lowering his voice even more than usual and trying to keep himself from laughing, Dean looked Sam in the eye and dramatically proclaimed: "But baby, if this is wrong then I don't wanna be right."
Sam blinked a couple of times and started laughing uncontrollably.
It wasn't like the joke had been that funny, but Sam felt so relieved that he just couldn't stop laughing.
Dean looked pretty smug and started kissing Sam's face, getting rid of the tears, tickling Sam with flicks of his tongue and rubbing his lower back.

"I love hearing you laugh, Sammy." Dean muttered, leaning his forehead against his brother's.
Sam smiled and planted a quick kiss on his brother's lips. His cheeks flushed as Dean kept looking at him with his most seductive grin plastered on his face.
"Has anyone ever told you that you are the most adorable man in the entire world?"
"Dean, that's just too cheesy, even by your standards."
They stared at each other and started chuckling again.

"So, you're Dean Winchesters girl now, eh? You should count yourself lucky." Dean teased, burying his face in Sam's neck and gently kissing the sensitive skin.
"What? No way, I'm… ah… I'm nobody's girl, okay?"
Dean nipped at Sam's neck, drawing out another breathless, little moan.
"Okay, maybe you're not my girl then. But you are my baby."
Dean emphasized his words by sliding his hands down and cupping Sam's buttocks through his jeans, Sam arching his back at his brother's touch.
"Sammy, can I…?"

Sam answered the unspoken question by hungrily crashing his lips onto Dean's, Dean immediately responding by slipping his tongue between Sam's lips and taking over control of the kiss.
Sam couldn't resist the force that was Dean and let himself be swept away by the other man's passion.

Dean wanted Sam closer and he lifted his brother, which took quite some effort, since his little brother had grown into a very tall and muscular man, wanting to sit him down on to his lap.
Sam yelped in pain as the handcuffs clanged against the pipe and the metal bit into his wrist.
"Shit. I'm sorry, Sam."
Dean looked around for the keys and gave Sam a questioning look.
"I left the keys on my nightstand." Sam muttered, looking away.

Dean stood up and moved away from his little brother to pick up the keys; he found them on the floor, knocked off the small surface when he'd put down the six-pack of beer.
Sam was looking up at his brother as he walked back towards the little bathroom to free him from the sink.
From this angle, Sam had an amazing view on his brother's body; he blushed as he saw the bulge in Dean's pants and turned his gaze towards the floor. He couldn't help but feel the heat in his own body rushing towards his loins.
Dean hesitated for a few seconds as he looked down at his brother and enjoyed the view.

"Fuck, Sammy… If you weren't hurt and this wouldn't be the first time that I'd be allowed to touch you, I might've considered fucking you right here, right now… You really are something to look at, tied up like that…"
Sam felt his cheeks flush and his arousal strain against his jeans.
So he'd already found about one of Dean's kinks… And it was hot.

Dean finally squatted and unlocked Sam's handcuffs; he helped his little brother up and Sam rubbed his wrists to get rid of the nasty feeling caused by being chained to a sink for a couple of hours.
Sam looked at Dean, unsure of what he should do now. He'd gladly sink down on his knees and free Dean's erection from his pants at this moment, but he wasn't sure how Dean would react to that.

Dean needed all of his willpower to keep him from dragging his brother to the bed right away and reminded himself of the need to take care of the cuts in Sam's arm first.
"You sit down on the bed, Sammy. I'll go get something for your wounds."
Sam covered his cuts with a large hand, suddenly ashamed of himself.
"Don't do that, baby. It's okay."
Dean kissed Sam's forehead and went looking for their store of bandages and liquor.
Sam watched Dean rummaging around their bags and finally returning with a bottle of vodka in his left hand and a bundle of bandages in the other.
The old mattress creaked when Dean sat down next to his brother and gently took his arm to disinfect the cuts with the vodka.
Even though Sam had often pestered Dean about buying proper disinfectants and a complete first-aid kit, Dean had always ignored him, saying that it would just be a waste of money. He and dad had always survived their injuries without a first-aid kit, so he wouldn't buy one now either.

Sam smiled as Dean carefully tended to his cuts, lust for a moment replaced by nothing but a comfortable, fuzzy feeling in his head; the feeling of loving and being loved, of just being close to the only man who had an important place in his life and his heart.
"Are you okay, Sammy?" Dean inquired, as Sam was staring at his arm and Dean's fingers with unfocused eyes.
Sam smiled and reached out for Dean to envelop him in a tight hug.
A somewhat surprised Dean responded to his little brother's sign of affection by stroking Sam's soft hair.

"I love you, Dean." Sam whispered.
Sam could feel Dean smiling by the way the stubble on his brother's jaw tickled his cheek.
"I love you too, baby."