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Supernatural fanfiction: "Heroes" chapter 2: "Mylar", Sevin (Sam/Kevin), rated NC-17

For astrobots, that-sarah-is-such-a-cumberbitch, and firefoxandfangs, apparently (according to the draft).

Started 03/10/2013. Second part to "Heroes", which was posted in 2014. (AO3)

Sam finds fanart of himself on Kevin's laptop.

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Months passed since that first massage. Kevin made his way through every single comic, and so did Sam. There were more massages, and despite a surprised glance, Dean had the wisdom to say nothing about it. Kevin had just been a little star struck when he'd asked if he could stay in Sam's arms. For what reason, Sam couldn't have told you.

That had to be it. He'd never mentioned it again. With how close they'd started to get, Sam thought asking for forgiveness rather than permission to look up weather patterns on Kevin's laptop would have sufficed. Using someone else's computer to try and save the world from demon activity? It doesn't get any more innocent than that, regardless of whether you've asked the owner of the laptop for their permission, and Sam hadn't.

Kevin was taking an honestly very necessary shower, and, long story short, Dean would not give Sam's laptop back to him. Sam thought Dean was maybe trying to be a big hero to Kevin, like a big brother. Something something Sam replacement, something something Sam didn't deserve the attention but Dean did, something why was Sam massaging their little brother.

Sam didn't want to stop doing it, honestly, and it wasn't hurting Kevin, so Dean’s opinion didn't really matter.

Even with his long line of experience doing his best and it being the wrong thing to do, Sam didn't think saving a fucking weather photograph onto Kevin's computer could turn into something tricky. But, life is, ultimately, tricky, and Sam got quite an eyeful when the computer pulled up the folder images had last been saved to.

Illustrative images of a brown-haired guy, all labelled "Sam Winchester" or "Sam" as well as a number, an artist's username, or a description, such as "exorcising a demon". Labeled like Kevin was a museum curator or something.

Sam should have been clicking into the Desktop's folder or the main Pictures folder, and posthaste. He should not have been watching, finger hovering on the touch pad, lips parted, as if something would happen, as if things would suddenly make more sense. He should not have been biting his lip and wanting to know why Kevin saved so many...or so any...of the fanart.

He wondered how it was that he'd had the wherewithal to stop Satan and jump into the Cage if he could only sit and stare as time ticked away until Kevin returned when confronted with...fanart.

He should not have put his giant fuck-up hands on Kevin's laptop.

Sam clicked out to the main Pictures folder. There was no folder labelled "Fanart" there, and Sam realized it must have been a hidden folder. So...the folder was something he must have thought was worth hiding. Sam couldn't really blame him.

A folder full of Sam Winchester fanart. Tragic. Of course, most of it didn't look like him. Some of it kind of did, though. And Sam didn't know which alternative was more unsettling.

On a whim, Sam tried to find a Fanfic folder. He was slightly disappointed when no such folder existed, it could have been insightful, but still...fanart? A hidden folder with fanart of him. And, no, not of Dean. Not even of Crowley. Of Sam. There were some with Sam and Dean both, hanging out, not "together" (and Sam had seen fanart of them "together" before, thanks).

The water in the shower stopped, and Sam's eyes grew wide. Sam quickly saved the weather picture to the Desktop.

Good. Right. Everything was fine.

Sam thought the best way to ward off suspicion was to keep using Kevin's laptop and pretend he hadn't seen his secret little museum stash of pictures. He wasn't sure exactly what the purpose was. Some of it was, yeah, kind of funny, and some of it was, sure, pretty sexy.

Maybe Sam just fascinated him, with his tall frame and long hair and the elusive promise of superpowers. Physically, Sam knew he was...memorable, hard to miss, not average. It got some people going. Kevin was pretty intellectual, though, and had a thing for superheroes. Sam had not been forthcoming about them. He had not wanted to recount Ruby. He had not wanted to recount his addiction that had Dean willing to kill him over and over again.

Kevin's interest really wasn't like Dean and John’s, where the real world was inexorably split up into bad guys and good guys. It was a useful mental model of the world that served John’s purpose, and later Dean’s own, but it wasn’t accurate. It wasn't real.

Even comics were realer.

Dressed and fresh faced, Kevin sort of froze when he spotted Sam. Sam looked up, smiled, and then noted that a big smile wasn't really helping Kevin feel comfortable. He cleared his throat.

"Hey, Kevin."

"Hey, Sam." Kevin stepped closer carefully.

"I, uh, didn't have my laptop," Sam admitted. "Dean, you know." He shrugged. "I found some signs of demon activity. Should have asked, but figured you wouldn't mind?"

"I don't," Kevin confirmed, perhaps just a little too quickly. He never seemed to mind when Sam invaded his space, ever since the box of comics and the first massage.

Kevin stood at Sam's side, a little damp and a little close, watching as Sam showed him the image he'd saved, as well as the reports in a couple of the browser tabs. He was quiet.

"Here, I'm done, Kev," Sam said, pushing himself to his feet and stepping away from the desk. Maybe a little too quickly.

"Haven't seen you today. What's new?"

Before long, they were talking about Kevin's strained relationship with his mom, Kevin's interest in exercise, and what some of the more cryptic stuff in his notes could have meant.

If Sam had began to notice the look in Kevin's eyes here and there, the way he paused sometimes to choose his words too carefully or laughed a little too hard when Sam was being lame, or the way he worried whether Sam had enough breakfast or coffee, he certainly didn't let on.

***

Kevin started to get sloppy and leave a book out now and then, til Sam finally asked, "You a fan?" and Kevin shyly looked at him with a nod.

"I am. It's easier finding out about your life from these than asking you." Ouch. A little harsh, but not inaccurate.

Kevin had formed an awkward standoff with Crowley where he borrowed the former king's Supernatural books in exchange for Crowley waxing poetic about humanity or about Sam. Sam felt too awkward to stick around when they would start in, trusting the pattern of Kevin being safe when it came time to haul him back from the dungeon like a silly knight of the round table.

"What’s your favorite one?" Kevin asked, gesturing to the books resting on the desk.

It had taken several bottles through the years to do so, but Sam had read them all. No literary stone left unturned.

Sam was a nerd, though. What did that make Kevin? A fan of epic stories? A romantic?

"Well, I can tell you it's not the first one. Or the one with the clown," Sam offered. And it wasn’t the one called Heart that made him feel like his was being ripped out. Kevin must have learned what Sam meant about his track record; somehow, that was more embarrassing than anything else.

It wasn't Mystery Spot, where even the barest lyrics of the song contained within still haunted Sam for days. "They all suck," he complained with a whine.

Kevin went pale. "Wait, Sam," he said, "I'm sorry." He shook his head in disbelief. "I have no idea why I thought you'd have a favorite. Oh my god. It's just like...trauma on a shelf for you."

"Right," Sam agreed, relieved to not have to explain that. However....

"I do have a favorite, though, I guess. The End. Cause it never happened, and it happened to Dean."

"That's...."

"Sad. Yeah. And, I reread Home, the one where my mom saves me, a lot. I miss Missouri all the time."

"She hated Dean," Kevin chuckled.

"She'd hate him more now," Sam said, which was maybe too real. "And do you? Have a favorite?" Sam brushed his hair behind his ear.

"Faith. I like what you did for Dean."

"It was a reaper," said Sam, shaking his head.

"I know. But you gave him hope. We all need something to believe in. You told him he was worth something. He's...kind of an asshole, but I don't think he always knows that."

Sam smiled softly. Dean in his stupid little hoodie, wanting to believe in something good. He wasn't always like that lately, but sometimes it shone through. "Yeah."

"I liked Bela a lot." It was odd hearing Kevin mention her. Before the Cage and After Soullessness seemed like two different lives. There was a real pang for Sam, remembering how she left the world and what awaited her.

"I liked Bela too." He tried to hide the catch in his voice, but he knew Kevin tried not to judge that.

"Yeah you did, Sam," Kevin teased. He reached over for a book from the desk, waving it in the air. "You really, really did." There was a heavy look in his eye as he laughed at Sam, and the weight in it made Sam shift on the bed, causing it to creak.

Sam reached for the book with a small smile, Kevin easily letting him have it. It was Dream a Little Dream of Me. Sam turned the book over to see the summary. The dream root case, right?

"Liked her enough to dream about her," Kevin laughed.

Sam drew in a sharp breath. "Oh my god!" He dropped the book like it was a paper sandwich full of maggots. Sam could not look at Kevin, so he stared at it lying there on the floor. He forgot that was in there. He was going to kill Chuck if he ever saw him; why was that in there? To titillate the fans of the books?

Had it titillated Crowley?

"Fuck," Sam groaned. He stared over at the desk with the books and Kevin's damnable laptop.

Kevin started laughing harder. It wasn't until Sam was red and hugging himself that Kevin had the decency to stop.

Kevin was just staring at Sam, then. The room was so quiet and way, way too small.

Sam bolted up and ran away, barely hearing Kevin call after him. He didn't register anything til he was safe in his room.

***

Sam expected the knock, and that Kevin called his name. Kevin was so much better at following up with him than Dean. Maybe that was why Sam allowed himself to run from Kevin when things got overwhelming.

It sucked that he always ran away to cry. What a big, damn hero, he mocked himself. Sometimes, a book made someone cry, but Sam felt ridiculous, and he wondered how anyone could look up to someone who ran away, who had so much to run from he would keep it up and never stop doing it if he could live without being roomies with his older brother.

Kevin opened the door, box of Kleenex in hand. He slipped into the dark room, finding the lamp they'd found in storage together and turning it on. The hope was that some decor would start to liven up the place.

It hadn't. Sam was still living half dead.

He almost didn't hear Kevin say, "I'm gonna give you a massage." It was not an offer. It was not a question. Sam felt the bed dip from Kevin's weight. He let Kevin gently guide him to get up, to let go of his squeeze on the pillow that had become his crying pillow.

Oh, yeah, the decor was really livening up the place. He should put a Supernatural poster up on the wall.

Kevin got behind Sam, taking the pillow from Sam gently and replacing it with the Kleenex box, which was hollow and full of sharp edges and corners.

Kevin started with Sam's broad shoulders. It took Sam a minute or two to start to relax into Kevin's touch. The truth was, he needed someone to be kind and quiet. He wished he didn't.

"You are a sweet, normal guy who has been through way too much."

Sam cleared his throat, sniffing, pausing to blow his nose. He wanted to tell Kevin he was, too. He couldn't; he wasn't ready to talk yet. He let his shoulders try and relax a little again. No use trying to save Kevin at the moment. Kevin didn't seem like he was in trouble.

Maybe Sam was.

"I wasn't really laughing at you. It's just kind of funny." Sam bowed his head so Kevin didn't have so much to laugh at. "I've had this crush on you. You remember, when we were in here and started doing this?"

"Yeah," Sam said hoarsely. Like it was yesterday, like months hadn't passed.

"The idea of you getting so excited about giving pleasure," Kevin murmured very quietly, "I don't know. It was just really hot."

Sam chuckled in disbelief. Hot, maybe, on some random and distant level. Truth was, everyone he desired died bloody. He had his own gallery. He had a hall of flame.

"I read about you, though, and...I read Heart. I know exactly what you were telling me, as much as you could. I know how much you've gone through. Dean's had it easier than you, in, like, so many ways. Cause I know whatever guilt and stuff he has, it isn't stuff like that."

Sam pulled out a handful of Kleenex in his stupid big hand. He blew his nose. Kevin started on his neck carefully.

"Everyone you've lost must have you feeling how you were saying. Like you aren't worth it. Like...like you're bad. Poison in a flannel shirt."

Kevin felt those shoulders tense again, carefully worked at them again. "You're a superhuman; undeniable. You're powerful. But none of this has been, or will ever be, your fault. No matter the dreams you have. No matter the losses you might have to deal with. I like you, you know. I admire you. I keep trying to find art of you," babbled Kevin.

"I know." The hands stilled on Sam's shoulders for only a moment before they began to rub again. "Why?" Sam asked quietly.

"I like you. That's reason enough." He sounded so sure.

"You trying to figure me out, or?" It was hard to understand.

"Yeah. I want to know more. And I like looking. Wish I could draw you myself."

"I'd let you," Sam sighed in defeat. "I'm gonna...can we lie down?"

"Yeah. Any time." Kevin's embrace was warm in the cool room. "Sam? I want to see if we can have something," he said as Sam was starting to drift off.

"Mm. You do?"

"I have those feelings too. About the people I care about dying because I care."

Of course he does, thought Sam, eyes pulling open.

"I want to beat those odds together."

In the light of the lamp they'd found, Sam finally gave in with a, "Yeah. Maybe." They could try it out together. Two curses of fate battling it out.

***

"Are you two...? Is this a...?" Dean struggled. It really looked like it was. Sam and Kevin had been watching old films on the projector, films they had had shipped to the bunker like a couple of nerds, cuddled up together on the couch they'd moved into the space. All morning.

"Yeah," Sam said. He looked up at Dean, worried he might find judgment for it, which he would truly understand. He hadn't truly shopped judging himself.

"It's a date, Dean," Kevin confirmed. "We wanted a movie date, so...we set it up."

Dean nodded slowly. "Oh. Okay."

"Is it?" asked Kevin. He glanced up at Dean, as unafraid of him as he was of his book club buddy Crowley.

"Yeah. It's okay," Dean assured after a long moment. He considered them quietly, then walked past them, pausing to ruffle Sam's hair like when he was young. "Cas might like this setup too. Next time he takes a break from the angels, you should invite him. Not, not like this," Dean gestured between them. "But, you know."

"Maybe we can get him a date of his own," joked Kevin. "Didn't he and Crowley hook up?"

"Ugh!" Sam and Dean both said.

"Don't remind me," said Dean.

Kevin laughed heartily. "They had power back then. I bet that bed was rockin'."

The Winchesters groaned. Who knows; it was probably true. Sam had been the only one to sleep with a demon, but it hadn't been anything like that. And when Dean had been with Anna, she hadn't known she had powers.

"Crowley would like this too," Sam said begrudgingly. "Loves old films. Some...questionable." Crowley had healed Sam from the trials. He had given them plenty of good info. They might be able to get him out of the cuffs soon. Might liven up the place.

"I'm sure he's told his two best girlfriends oh so many secrets," Dean rolled his eyes. "Came in here to tell you I found a lead on a case. If you wanted to head out tomorrow? And we'll work on a way to protect Kevin. I promise." He was so hesitant, like he was also afraid to jinx something for Sam in the relationship department.

Kevin looked at Sam in surprise. "You're trying to help me get out of here? Maybe I can work cases with you."

Sam snorted. "Or maybe you can go back to school."

"I can do both."

Dean left again with a comment about Crowley being a creepy basement dweller as the new couple focused on their cuddling and their film. Sam hummed in agreement. "You can do both, Kev," he agreed. "But it means you'll have to practice shooting."

"I will. But only with you teaching me. Not Dean."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Can't say I don't see why someone would say that, but are you sure I'm not gonna distract you or anything?" Kevin kept telling him he was distracting him, when Sam wasn't even doing anything. When he was eating, when he was getting ready for a run, when he was reading a book.

"That's not fair," groaned Kevin. "You are so, so hot, and I can't help this libido. You like torturing me." He shoved at Sam. "Admit it; you do."

Sam eyed Kevin carefully, his discomfort, his frustration at Sam. "I didn't realize it had been so hard on you. But," he glanced down at Kevins lap, nodded, "thinking about it, I remember how it was. Yeah." He swallowed, Kevin's eyes following the bob of his throat. "We can go, um, practice...something different tonight."

Kevin perked right up. He nudged Sam in the arm in excitement. "Oh, you're on."

***

Dean had broken the lock on Sam's door out of paranoia one night, which had been living on borrowed time. He and Sam had shared almost every room they'd ever slept in, especially when they had been deep, deep in John's imagined Sphere of Fear. Dean had been genuinely apologetic the next day. Sam was surprised it hadn't happened sooner, though, he had to admit, a defense against Dean wasn't something he thought he'd never need at some point.

That was why it would have to be in Kevin's room. To make things more comfortable, they gave Dean some money to go out somewhere he could get a big steak and go see a movie, and they ignored all the eyebrow waggling and the jokes about consummating...what? Their marriage? He wasn't making any sense.

But, he was out of their hair.

Sam's skin was crawling, which made him grateful they were starting with a shower. Amelia had been more jaded than she was not. The two of them had never really livened up their place. The dog he hit had not livened up the place. Amelia had expected next to nothing, and Sam had certainly delivered.

Kevin was plenty jaded as well. Sam had helped with that personally when he'd ran and ran, knowing Crowley had found Kevin. Crowley had tortured Kevin.

"I was so glad when I saw it wasn't, like, communal showers. Though, I wouldn't have minded if you peeked at me."

"Kevin!" Sam said, scandalized. His jadedness made him shy; Kevin's made him bold. Sam liked him that way, too. Kevin made him wanna do stupid shit, like Normal Sam had made a friend at the office (or the store, or the restaurant) and they both couldn't help but talk through the shift and forget about low-priority tasks.

"People draw porn of you." Sam's fingers paused on his flannel shirt's second button at that. "You're always more handsome than it, though. They don't know what they're missing."

Sam undid the rest of the buttons with a practiced quickness. "Oh? Started looking at that kinda fanart too, huh? Naughty."

"You don't know how naughty, Sam."

"Oh yeah?"

"It had me cumming air." Sam's eyes blew wide with surprise, finding Kevin's. "I rubbed myself raw over you." Sam's mouth went dry. He watched. He saw Kevin pull off his shirt, leaving his tank behind.

"That's very naughty," Sam said weakly.

"I can't wait to climb you like a tree."

Sam's heart was thrumming. It hadn't occurred to him someone could want him that badly. Someone who wasn't, say, Gert on the dance floor. He blinked prettily at the idea. Kevin had kept hinting, but something about it had felt so theoretical. Rubbing yourself raw until you came air wasn't really theoretical.

"I don't know how you can look so hot and so shy," Kevin groused. "Torture, I tell you."

Sam reached out with purpose and gently cupped Kevin's face. "Well, you make it easy," he teased, stomach fluttering unhelpfully at the idea of letting Kevin down.

Kevin was naked before Sam knew it, and Sam also knew he was stalling about doing the same. Kevin reached up to help Sam undress the rest of the way. Sam's undershirt, the zip of his pants. He even gracefully stepped away to let Sam have at the underwear himself; Sam appreciated that, already stirring. He was popping up like a very uncertain bud in the spring. It was the right time, but he was on display, waking up after a long spell of cold, and he felt like he wanted it too much.

From the filth pouring out of Kevin, the last point didn't really make any sense. It didn't make sense for the metaphor either.

What made sense was that when Sam wanted too much, someone died.

"Sam? Are you alright?" Sam glanced up, briefly met eyes with Kevin, then found a mirror on the wall and stared at it instead. It was like looking at Lucifer.

"It's hard to let myself want you," Sam told Kevin like he was telling someone else. "There's nothing wrong with you, nothing not worth wanting, I just." He didn't have any more words for Kevin, or for Lucifer. His mouth went dry.

Kevin headed to the shower, starting to mess with the taps. He was urging them forward in their goals. "You feel guilty."

"It isn't about your age. I get why it could be, but," Sam shook his head. "I had this problem with everyone but Amelia."

"What does that mean? Do...you still love her?" Sam's eyes snapped to Kevin. Kevin's erection was fully at attention, but he was squirming like he wasn't so certain anymore, his confidence shot. Oh, no! You are fucking up!

You were running toward me.

"Kev!" Sam pulled off his socks and rushed over to his boyfriend. He shook his head. "With her, I finally stoped hunting, and I thought I was safe. Turns out, that was just Crowley's doing. 'Course," he joked with a very real wince. Sam couldn't do anything right.

Kevin reached up to grab Sam, pressing close, holding him. "Sam, I was okay too. I was. I got myself to safety, and now we're here, somewhere big and stable, with the guy we were so afraid of begging to watch movies with us and chat about your books." He cupped Sam's cheek like Sam had Kevin's. "I need you to know I'm safe."

Sam pulled away from the soft touch, but not the embrace.

"Say it. Say, it, Sam. 'You're safe.'" Kevin felt him try to squirm away, held him more tightly, grip tight on his arms. "You have to say it."

"You're safe," Sam gasped out like it was being tortured out of him. Tears were choking him. "Y-you're safe."

"We're gonna shower together now. According to plan. Safe. Clean." Kevin pulled back to eye Sam seriously. "Everything is in order. Everything is okay. We are perfect, together."

Sam frowned slightly. We are perfect together, he thought.

The bunker was absolutely ridiculous. A Sphere of Safety. The water temperature was always great, the water pressure was always great, the bathroom always seemed pristine, though Sam still cleaned it. Actually, Kevin had taken over some of the chores for lack of any hobbies. Barring, of course, the one that had him rubbing himself raw over Sam.

Sam could help with that one. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry I'm a fucking...basket case. I promise, not gonna cry," he said, looking panicked that he might cry. "That's not the way you wanted to get me wet," he joked.

Kevin shot him a fond smile. "Well, there were a few ways I wanted to get you wet, Superman." The intensity of his gaze and his sensual conviction made Sam's breath catch. Kevin pressed, now he had his attention, "Such as: Teasing you so much with my hand that you start to drip for me. Using my mouth to get you wetter. Putting your nipples in my mouth."

Sam did, eventually breathe. He felt his heartbeat between his legs. "I guess we'll start with you naked and all soaped up," he managed. He advanced all of a sudden, Kevin backing toward the shower stall that was easily going to hold them both. "I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to keep you safe."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not disappearing."

"I'm not disappearing," Sam said quickly, loudly.

"Right!" Kevin said, louder still. His butt, his shoulders, then his head all started to feel the water. It felt just right. "You're gonna keep me safe."

"Right!" Sam said, utterly relieved. His voice was echoing off the walls, and so was Kevin's.

Sam pushed Kevin against the wall slowly and fully. He leaned his head down and kissed him, fierce. He felt a rush of blood downward at the moan it got him, at the grounding way Kevin grasped his arms.

They'd already had the same favorite stall. And now here they were, enjoying it together. "That's it, baby," panted Kevin against his lips. "I'm right here."

Sam felt himself twitch, and nuzzled Kevin's nose against his own before taking his mouth again, getting to know him that way. He had been craving an intimacy where he could be himself, all of himself known, all of his life.

Sam ground against Kevin's hip, teasing him with deep kisses and a rub to the head of his needy cock. Kevin broke the kiss to pant and look at Sam as he twitched against the torture.

Sam dropped to his knees in an instant, pushing Kevin back against the wall as he enveloped him in one go, tasted the clean water and the slick drip of pre. He knew Kevin wouldn't be able to move his hips like this, but he needed a minute to suckle at everything he had to offer. Kevin had nothing helpfully witty or sexy to say, he could only moan.

Sam groaned around him at the taste, at the perfect temperature and pressure of the water, at the fact he was feeding from Kevin, who kept shuddering and offering up little beads of surrender.

"SAM!" Kevin screamed, letting it echo off the tiles for them both to hear as he twitched his hips weakly in the strong grasp, spilling over, giving Sam everything he had with sob after sob of pleasure.

Sam's grip tightened on those hips, he had to be gripping too hard, didn't he? He had no idea as he suckled and swallowed, so hard between his legs he felt dreamy and too-passionate, but it was all going to be okay.

Kevin was weak-kneed as Sam got up, but Sam still had him safe in his arms. "Oo, good job, Kev," his voice was fucked-out and relieved as he fussed over Kevin. "Can I wash you?"

"Gonna have to," joked Kevin, "fuck. First, though?"

"First what?" Sam couldn't help his shy smile, really amused. He hadn't let Kevin down, not yet.

"Come all over me." Sam's brows shot up. "Thighs, cock, tummy, ass. Face," he pleaded. He was begging. He was begging for Sam's cum. The way Little Sam and the Sams twitched at that, Sam didn't wait for extra pleading before he turned Kevin around to the wall, gentle enough not to hurt him, and he used one large hand at the small of his back to keep him there.

He was so close as he started to stroke that it didn't take long to pour out ropes of cum over Kevin's tight ass. After he panted through his orgasm, it also served as a convenient way to touch Kevin there, pulling more moans out of him as he rubbed the skin and muscle. He could feel Kevin get excited and relax all at the same time, breath hitching and blowing out as a sigh in turns.

"Stay there, and I'll soap you up there first," Sam promised gently. Kevin pushed his ass out just a little more.

***

"You okay?" Sam asked Lucifer for a sec, then finding Kevin's eyes in the mirror as Kevin admired the new robe.

"Very okay. Very exhausted. Enamored."

Sam chuckled. "Okay, okay. Me too." Boldly, he reached down to cup Kevin's cheeks through the robe.

They spent time brushing their hair and enjoying their shared space, warm and damp and unable to stop smiling.

The sex-worn cuddling had them crashing hard, falling headlong into a safe sleep. They didn't notice when Dean came home, nor did they care.

It was nice of Dean to make breakfast the next morning, though. He was quiet and respectful and didn't have a single question about the thing they were starting. They both needed that kind of respect.

"Thanks, Dean."

Kevin reached over to put his arm around Sam's back as they ate. Dean started on some dishes in the happy silence.

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