It’s all gonna end. No more life, the angels have decided why waste time and God has decided to be utterly non existent.
Cas stops by, tells them to spend they’re last night on earth doing something meaningful.
A smirk plays across Dean’s face as he watches Sam from across the table.
"I think we can come up with something worthwhile"
His foot softly bumps Sam’s under the table, eliciting a small smile. One of those little Sammy smiles that take Dean back to when he was all long limbs, and shaggy brown hair that always fell in his eyes. The sweet boy that just wanted to be normal.
Dean would give anything to turn back time. To get on that bus with Sam all those years ago, leave John and his toxic lifestyle in the dust. But there’s no use in should’a would’a coulda’s right now.
Sam is watching him, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth.
And god it’s like Dean is thrown back to the most vivid memory. It’s summer in some no name town, on the hunt of the moment. Sam is in the middle of a growth spurt, muscles filling out, voice lowering. It’s the first time Dean sees him. Like really sees him. They’re squatting in an abandoned farm house, nothing but miles of fields riddled with weeds and too tall grass.
Sam is sitting under a tree, just sitting- twirling a blade of grass between his fingers. He’s beautiful like this. Brown hair shimmering, skin glowing of a fresh summer tan, and his eyes sparkle like hazel diamonds between fox like slits. And all Dean can do is stare, his breath caught somewhere between his throat and his chest.
Sam chews on his lip nervously, sending a shiver up Dean’s spine. And that’s when it happens, it hits him like a baseball bat to the chest. Shattering his world and stealing his breath. He’s in love.
The words die on his tongue as he lunges forward, catching Sam’s mouth in an awkward kiss. It’s too much force, not the smooth and romantic slide of lips like the movies. Sam is stunned, eyes flying open comically wide. Dean feels the tension in his body, leaning back a beat to look at Sam, eyes pleading for this to be ok. His body is reeling too many thoughts surging through his mind at once. Then Sam smiles a little, his cheeks tinted pink. He leans in wrapping a hand around the back of Dean’s neck coaxing him forward. When their lips meet again- it’s heaven, at least what Dean thinks is heaven. His heart swells, mind going fuzzy. This is exactly where he wants to be.
He’s quickly snapped out of his reverie. Sam is watching him, brow knit with worry. Dean chuckles lightly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah Sammy, I’m good. Just thinking."
The words settle like a weight on his chest, and before either can say anything more; they’re moving. Bodies crashing together, everything moving in a blur of boots being toed off, shirts unbuttoned; tossed carelessly across the room. It’s an awkward shuffle to remove pants, and get to the bed. From there it’s broken moans, the sweet glide of skin on skin. The snick sound of a cap from a bottle of lube, prep is quick but thorough, Dean’s eyes plead to be taken, his body craves Sam like a addict craves his next high.
The first push meets resistance until Sam sinks in deep, so deep that it feels like he and Dean become one. A force pushing and pulling against itself- too much and not enough all at once. They make love face to face, whispering each other names like prayers, but it’s not for the angels ears- only theirs. Sam for Dean, Dean for Sam; two halves of a whole. The earth begins to shake, the battle’s begun. A tear slides down Dean’s cheek, this is it. Sam holds him tighter, rocking deeper with each stroke.
"It’s ok Dean, I got you- I’m not gonna leave you"
It’s the affirmation that sets off the fireworks in Dean’s brain. Every nerve ending firing at once. Snapping, popping, setting off like a chain reaction and all Sam can do is hold on, ride it out as his own orgasm slams into him full force. For a moment it feels like they're one. The world stops tearing itself apart for one moment and all there is Sam and Dean.
It doesn’t end bloody. All that’s left is ash, the clear signs of a world torn to bits. It began with love, mutated twisted itself with evil, and ended with love again. A love that was hatched as a plan to be the modern day Cain and Abel; but became the greatest love story ever told. Two brothers that loved each other, betrayed each other, but no matter what came back to each other.
