Supernatural Fiction & Art

After they went back to school and work, they tried to get back into their normal routine. Sam was swamped with homework, reading mostly. Dean took over most of the domestic duties just to take some pressure off Sam.

Sam still had nightmares, sleep was still scarce. Dean kept a close eye on Sam to make sure that he was eating, at least trying to sleep, and sharing what he was feeling instead of bottling it up.

Dean got good news about Sam's assault. The three guys had decided to plead guilty to a plea bargain instead of going to trial. They knew that many people in the bar could identify them and Dean at the pool table that night. They also knew that Dean got a good look at them. That meant that Sam would not be made to endure a trial.

Dean also found out from the hospital that the tests they'd taken the night he brought Sam in all came back clear. Sam had a clean bill of health. Dean could finally breathe.

Dean had spent time worrying about if Sam had caught a disease from one of his attackers. He would love Sam through anything. But, he'd just begun his new relationship with Sam and didn't want to have to be looking at a future with Sam having AIDS. He'd never leave Sam, he'd support him through anything, but being forced to watch him die would almost be too much. He'd love him until the end, but watching Sam go like that would push Dean over the edge.

After the first two weeks back at school, Sam's studies had let up a little. The professors had him hit the books hard and then started to ease off a little. Sam spent less time in the study and Dean got to see him more. If Sam was studying and Dean didn't have the television on, Dean would ask Sam to keep his door open. He used the furnace heating properly as an excuse, but he just wanted to see Sam when he studied. Sam's figure pouring over a book impressed Dean. He took pride in Sam's accomplishments and dreams.

When it came to the nights, Sam still slept in in a t-shirt boxers and Dean thought back to when they used to be able to lie naked in bed. One day, that time would come again. At least Dean hoped that it would. If not, it wouldn't change the way Dean felt about Sam. He was just grateful that they could fall asleep in each other's arms.

"Sammy?" Dean asked from the bed as Sam was making sure the alarm clock was set.

"What?"

"I have good news for you."

"Really? What is it?" Sam was still fumbling with the little buttons on the clock.

"I'll tell you when you come to bed," Dean smiled.

Sam smiled back, finished with the alarm clock, shut off the light and slid into bed. He moved over closer to Dean to cuddle. "Now can you tell me?"

"There isn't going to be a trial," Dean told him. "You won't ever have to see those men again. Also, the hospital gave you a clean bill of health."

"No trial? They're just letting them go?"

"No, Sam, that's not what I meant. They pled guilty to a plea bargain. They're going away where they can't hurt anyone. Especially you."

Sam took a deep breath. "I'd forgotten about the test results. What would you have done if I had received bad news?"

"We would have received bad news, Sam," Dean took Sam's hand. "I would have loved you anyway, through anything."

"I know you love me, Dean. I just wondered," Sam curled into Dean so that rest his head on Dean's shoulder. "I love you, too, Dean. We received very good news today."

"Very good? It was awesome, Dude."

Sam smiled against Dean's skin. "I guess it was."

Dean reached down to caress Sam's face and kissed him. Sam no longer hesitated in returning Dean's kisses. Dean moved to lay on his side and he studied Sam's face in the moonlight. He smiled down at Sam as he memorized the features of the man he loved. "You're beautiful," Dean whispered.

Sam looked back at Dean with love in his eyes. After a moment, Sam sat up and removed his T-shirt. "I want to feel you close to me," Sam spoke slowly. "I know we've rested with each other like this since he incident, but some days I just don't feel strong enough to let my barrier down. Even if it is just a thin shirt."

Dean nodded. "I can understand that. That's why I didn't bring it up. Everything is at your pace, Sammy. I had that one point where I didn't give you the extra clothes to serve as another barrier between us, but that wasn't because I was being mean. I just didn't want to lose you."

"You won't lose me, Dean. You've been so patient with me--"

"I've just loved you," Dean cut him off. "There was no extra patience required. Love includes many other actions and emotions. All I've done is love you. Don't feel that there is any pressure from me for the physical part of our relationship to go back as it was. As long as I can hold you in my arms, I'm happy."

"I like being in your arms." Sam laid back down and asked Dean, "Why did you say I was beautiful?"

"Because you are. When I look at you, I see your appearance, but I also see who you are. You're the man that loves me in spite of my flaws. You're smart, compassionate and working toward your dream."

"What if I said my dream was just to have you?"

"Already got me, Sam. Pick a new dream."

"It doesn't seem as imperative that I get a law degree," Sam explained. "It could not bring me any more happiness than I have with you."

"You're getting that degree," Dean replied. "It's my goal to help you make your dream come true."

They were so close, physically and emotionally. They touched each other with soft lips and gentle hands. There was nothing that existed beyond the two of them, the sensations that they felt and the night.

"Dean's birthday is today," John stretched as he rolled over face Bobby. "Hard to believe that he's getting so old."

"Saying that your son is old makes you really old, Johnny," Bobby chuckled sleepily. "You might want to reword that."

"I'll always be younger than you, Bobby."

"Don't rub it in," Bobby grumbled. "Just remember whose bed you are in and if you want to stay there."

"Oh, Bobby. Are you getting all sensitive on me?"

"Humph!" Bobby buried his face in his pillow, tuning John out.

John started to lightly run his fingers across Bobby's back. "Come on, Bobby, you can't stay mad at me." Bobby didn't move. John's fingers moved to massage the muscles in Bobby's shoulders and back. Bobby's muscles relaxed and Bobby let out a sigh. John smiled, knowing that Bobby wished he'd bit that sigh back so he could still pretend to be mad. "You still mad at me?" John whispered close to Bobby's ear.

Bobby squirmed a little before replying, "I could never stay mad at you Johnny Boy," Bobby turned from the pillow and smiled at John.

***

Sam kissed Dean lightly, waking him up a little before the alarm clock, "How does it feel to be twenty-seven, Dean?"

"It's early. The alarm hasn't gone off yet," Dean grumbled into his pillow.

"But it's your birthday," Sam said sweetly as he tried to rouse Dean. Dean grumbled some more before rolling over to face Sam. Before Dean could open his eyes, Sam was showering him with kisses. "I thought this might be a better way for you to start your twenty-seventh year than some alarm clock going off." He finished plastering Dean's face with kisses and moved to his mouth. Lips on his made Dean wake up quickly. They had some lazy loving time before they had to leave.

"I think we should go out for your birthday tonight," Sam said. "Is there anything special that you want for your birthday?"

"Just you," Dean put his fingers through Sam's belt loops. "You are the best birthday present ever."

"Wow," Sam smiled. "That makes me pretty special."

"Damn right it does," Dean smirked. "And, you're all mine."

"Damn right."

***

At work, Mr. Steven brought a birthday cake for Dean so the guys could have a treat in the break room. Mr. Steven got birthday cakes for all his employees, but it meant so much more to Dean. He grew up without them. Then, he got to bring what was left home to Sam.

"Guess what I got," Dean smiled as Sam got into the car.

"Dunno, birthday boy. What do you have?" Sam smiled.

"Birthday cake. Mr. Steven brought one to work."

"Did you wolf it down there or were you able to bring some home?"

"I remembered you, Sammy. It's in the back."

"Cool. Decide where you want to go for supper?"

"Nope. I've decided that I want to order in and watch some black and white monster movies that I rented for the weekend."

"We don't have a VCR," Sam reminded Dean.

"You're right, we don't. We have a DVD player," Dean laughed. "I got paid today and got a great deal on it. We can't afford cable, but we can watch DVDs."

"Hmm. This from a guy who feels that a CD player in the Impala would be sacrilegious."

"Damn right. My baby is perfect just as she is."

Sam just laughed.

They had pizza and beer for Dean’s birthday supper. Sam watched the monster movies even though he wasn’t a real fan. Dean was enjoying them, and he loved Dean. That was enough reason for him to watch.

They were curled up together under a blanket as they watched the bad special effects on the screen. Sam laid his head on Dean’s shoulder, and Dean held his hand. Dean’s thumb rubbed the back of Sam’s hand. Between the warmth and comfort, Sam dozed off. Dean turned and kissed Sam’s hair. Then, he rested his cheek against Sam’s soft hair. This was his best birthday ever.

When the movie was over, Dean gently woke Sam. “Whaa?” Sam asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Movie is over, Sleeping Beauty,” Dean’s voice was soft. “Are you going to sleep here or can you make it back to bed?”

“Bed sounds good,” Sam started to stretch. “It was a long week at school. The law classes aren’t easy.”

“I bet not.”

“I didn’t give you your present yet, Dean.”

“When do I get it?” Dean asked.

“You want to shower first tonight?”

“Okay,” Dean replied.

“I’ll give you your surprise when you get out.”

Dean quickly showered. Sam handed him an envelope before he headed into the bathroom.

Dean got comfortable on the bed and opened the envelope. It read:

Dean,

You came to rescue me when I needed you. You took care of me when I could not take care of myself. We’ve found a relationship that is so wonderful between us, it is more than I could have ever dreamed of.

I couldn’t find you a gift, any item, that could convey the deep love I feel for you. I hope you realize that love is still there, even when I have days where I need some barriers in order to function.

I always love you, Dean. I can tell you that or write it to you. I have a difficult time with showing it lately.

Forever yours,

Sammy

Dean put the note back into the envelope and placed it on their nightstand. He laid back and waited for Sam to come to bed.

Sam came into the room and Dean told him that he loved his birthday present.

Sam smiled, blushed, and replied, “Good. I’d hoped you would.”

Sam shut off the lights and then slid in next to Dean. As Sam moved closer, Dean realized that Sam had taken his shirt off. Dean had to smile because that meant that there was more of Sam that he could touch and kiss. Which is exactly what they did.

Sam broke away from Dean’s embrace. “Just a minute,” Sam whispered as he fumbled with Dean’s boxers, pulling them off.

“Sammy, are you sure?” Dean hadn’t slept naked to Sam since before the incident.

“I want them off of you,” Sam whispered, “so I can hold you.” Sam’s hand moved below Dean’s abdominal muscles and wrapped his hand around Dean. Dean let out a moan.

Sam kissed Dean as his hand kept moving, stroking. Dean tensed up and then released, calling Sammy’s name. Sam smiled at Dean and gave him a long kiss.

“Aww, Sammy,” Dean said when he could speak again, “you made me make a mess.”

“Just a minute,” Sam reached over the side of the bed to come up with a washcloth and towel. He gently and methodically cleaned Dean.

Dean was starting to get a rustling in the pit of his stomach. “You know, you could be a naughty nurse, Sammy.”

Sam just grinned at Dean, “I think I’ll stay in school.” Sam put the towel and washcloth back on the floor before he moved back to Dean. He as lying with his head on Dean’s shoulder when he whispered, “I’d like you to lie naked next to you tonight.”

“Want me to-” Dean started to ask but Sam cut him off with a nod. With very gentle hands, Dean’s removed Sam’s boxers. He was already caressing Sam as he worked his way back up his body. “Thank you for my present,” Dean smiled.

“It’s a present for me, too,” Sam’s voice was soft. “It won’t be like this every night but I’d like to do this sometimes.”

“So would I. Anytime you want to, Sammy. I love the feel of your body.”

“I love feeling yours, too,” Sam whispered like it was some deep, dark secret.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Sammy. You love me. You’re allowed to want me, too.”

Sam just nodded and he laid his head back on Dean’s shoulder. “Did you have a good birthday, Dean?”

“It was wonderful,” Dean replied. “All because of you.”

When Dean awoke in the morning, Sam was still asleep, their bodies tangled together in a mess of needing to feel each other near. Sam's body was still naked against Dean's. That meant he didn't get self-conscious during the night. Dean considered that another birthday present from Sam. Just letting Dean in seemed to be difficult some days so Dean appreciated when Sam told him what he was feeling and kept the barriers down.

Dean ran his fingers across Sam's chest, taking in the feel of Sam's skin on his almost hairless chest. It was one of his favorite pillows when they curled up together. Hearing the beat of Sam's heart and his breathing was something he loved to fall asleep to.

Sam made small sleepy sounds as he woke up. Dean smiled against Sam's skin and used his mouth on Sam's chest and neck as he elicited small moans and sighs from Sam. Sam's eyes drifted open. "Dean, aren't you tired?"

"No," Dean smirked. He continued his kissing and sucking until Sam started to squirm. Then, Dean moved up Sam's body and kissed him, plunging his tongue into Sam's mouth. Sam wrapped his arms around Dean and rolled them so that Sam was on top. He imitated what Dean had been doing to him, seeing what reactions he could get from Dean. Sam filed the actions and reactions in the back of his brain for later reference.

Sam took Dean's lips in his as they hungrily kissed. Sam moved his hand lower and asked Dean, "May I?"

"Anytime, Sam. You don't need to ask," Dean started to chuckle and it made Sam smile. Sam's hand slid around Dean and started to move. Sam slid his hand over Dean's slit, gathering pre-come to make his hand slide easier.

"Sammy," Dean groaned, "you're going to spoil me."

"You could get used to this?" Sam asked from the area of Dean's neck.

"Hell, yeah," Dean's voice wavered as the sensations Sam's hand was causing took over his ability to speak.

Sam watched Dean's body as he tensed. He could read Dean's motions and knew when Dean was close. "I love you, Dean," he whispered in Dean's ear. "I want you to touch me, Dean. I need to feel your hands on me."

"Sam--Sammy!" Dean cried out when his head hit his pillow. Dean laid there, spent. Sam was looking down at him with loving eyes. "Did you mean what you said?" Dean asked. Sam nodded and smiled.

Sam rolled on his back and Dean looked at him, soaking in the trust Sam had in him. "You sure?"

"Yes."

"Tell me if it's too much," Dean promised softly, "and I'll stop."

"I know, Dean."

"I love you, Sammy," Dean moved his hand down Sam's muscular body.

"I know that, too."

Dean took some of the slickness that he'd put on his own body into his hand before closing it around Sam. Slowly, he started to move his hand.

"Umm," Sam said.

"You still with me here?" Dean whispered and his hand hesitated.

"Don't stop," Sam relaxed. "Feels good."

Dean smiled and kissed Sam as his hand kept moving, fluttering, teasing Sam. He carefully watched Sam's face as Sam gave over to the pleasure he was feeling. Dean memorized Sam's facial expressions because it had been awhile since he'd been able to see those looks on Sam's face. Sam opened his eyes and saw Dean staring at him, "Don't," he turned his face from Dean.

"I like to watch you, Sammy," Dean admitted. "I need to see how I make you feel. You can turn away if you want, but I‘d rather you didn‘t."

Sam's moans were building as he moved his head from side to side, getting close.

"Go ahead, Sammy," Dean whispered. "I'm right here and I want to feel you come."

Sam was still fighting to find his release.

Dean adjusted his hand around Sam and coaxed Sam on, "Let it go, Sammy. Just let it go."

Moments later, Sam called Dean's name as his body quivered and shook. Dean kissed Sam's face, tasting the salt on his skin. "That's my Sammy."

Sam gave him a weak smile as he opened his eyes and reach for Dean. Dean laid his head on Sam's shoulder, "Time to rest, Sammy."

Sam nodded in agreement as his arms closed around Dean, holding him close.

***

Dean was first to wake up again, comfortable and at home in Sam’s arms. However, nature was calling, so he had to slip out of bed to the bathroom. He came back with a warm washcloth and a towel. He slid back into bed beside Sam and moved the covers to clean Sam up. The sudden cool air woke Sam up. “It’s just me, Sammy. Go back to sleep. I plan on using you for my pillow in a few moments.”

“Ugh,” Sam said when he saw the mess and realized he’d slept like that.

“We were too overwhelmed by our romantic interlude to do this earlier,” Dean smirked as he finished cleaning up. “That’s something to be proud of.”

“Ya think so?”

“I know so,” Dean threw the washcloth and towel to the floor. “I’m damn proud of it.”

Sam laughed. “Okay, I believe you.”

Dean laid his head on Sam’s chest. “Are you comfortable, Sam?”

“Yeah,” Sam decided. “I’m okay with everything to this point.”

“I like this point,” Dean agreed. “So, are we good?”

“Beyond good.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Dean replied as he fell asleep to the sounds in Sam’s chest.

"Sounds like Dean had a good birthday," John flipped his phone shut. "They ordered in and watched those old black and white monster movies that Dean loves so much."

"He gets that from you, ya know," Bobby replied from the couch. "I swear that boy was born in the wrong time. He loves everything that is about a generation behind him. How's Sam?"

"His first semester with law classes sucks," John smiled. "Those were his exact words."

"Damn professors are going to take the love of reading right out of that kid," Bobby shook his head. "Either of them say when they're going to visit?"

"Spring break is coming up, but it isn't really long enough to come all this way. So, they're thinking a week in the summer. What do you think?"

"Sounds fine to me," Bobby said. "What do you think about it?"

"I'd like to see them sooner," John admitted. "Maybe I'm just getting restless."

"We could find you a hunt," Bobby offered. "You could go run off some steam and come back."

"Are you trying to get me out of here?"

"Nope," Bobby's answer was simple. "Just don't need you getting cabin fever on me."

John sat down by Bobby. "When did they turn into adults?" John sighed.

"When we weren't looking," Bobby answered. "Somewhere between Dean kissing girls and Sam learning to hunt."

"I had a hell of a time trying to keep Dean away from the ladies," John laughed. "Do you remember?"

"How could I not? They were here the summer Dean discovered girls. Sam thought he had lost his marbles. He didn't know what to think of Dean."

"Poor Sammy. Always watching Dean and wondering what he's doing or why. Dean never got Sam into trouble, though. If I caught them both doing something, Dean always claimed he was the one to blame."

"That's the 'big brother image' for ya," Bobby moved to let John settle in closer to him. "Never had one myself."

"You didn't?"

"What?" Bobby asked. "You didn't know I was an only child?"

"Really? You don't seem like the spoiled brat type."

"Do you have siblings?"

"I had a sister," John explained. "When I was overseas, she was killed in a car wreck. There was no love lost between my folks and I, so I never went back home when I was out."

"Your folks still around?"

"I don't know. When I dropped off the face of the earth with the boys, I cut off any contact with them, too. I wasn't that close to them anyway. I was just the big brother for my little sister. When she was gone, my job was done in that family."

"My extended family was huge," Bobby's voice was softer. He had his arms around John, who had his head on Bobby's shoulder. "We'd have aunts, uncles, and cousins galore. I was never alone when family was around, which was very often. My mom loved big gatherings, but she only had me. It was too hard on her, I guess. I think that's why she didn't have more. She had plenty of love to give. She was a close friend of most of the neighbors, a babysitter with nearly no notice, a shoulder to cry on, all of those things."

"She sounds like a wonderful woman," John commented.

"She was. Our doors were always open when she was around, no one was turned away. I've tried to keep it that way."

"That's why the stranger in town told us to come here," John remembered. "We just ran into someone in town and asked if there was a motel nearby. Sammy was crying in my arms and Dean was clinging to my pant leg."

"That's exactly what you looked like when I opened the door, too," Bobby laughed. "I thought 'What the hell am I supposed to do with this?' but just invited you in anyway, and took Sammy so you could deal with Dean."

"You rescued us that night, Bobby. We had nowhere to go and no money left. Sam was crying and Dean wasn't talking to anyone. I was lost without Mary. You, your place here, became home."

"I'm glad you found me," Bobby's gruff voice was quiet. "Back then and now."

Over spring break, Sam and Dean went to the beach. They still had to wear jackets, but the sun was shining. They looked up at the sun and let the warmth rain down on them.

"How you doing, Sammy," Dean asked while reclining on one of the blankets they'd brought.

"I'm good," Sam gave Dean a genuine smile. "It is such a nice break from cramming for class."

'You're still liking law, though, right?"

"I don't think I want to be a lawyer, exactly," Sam tried to explain what he was thinking. "I want to work in the law profession, but I think I'd be happy with being a clerk or paralegal."

"Does that make your scholarship null and void?" Dean shielded his eyes to look up at him.

Sam shrugged. "If I don't want to do the job, why do all the education?"

"Because it's free. Because you'll never get this chance again," Dean reasoned.

"It's just something I have been knocking around," Sam told him. "I wouldn't make a decision without talking to you first."

"Good," Dean relaxed again and soaked in the sun. "I don't mind working at the garage, I actually like it. So if you want to finish up with school, that's fine. If you want to leave school early and get a job, that's fine, too. I just want you to be happy, Sammy."

"I am happy, Dean," Sam stroked Dean's cheek. "I'm with you."

Dean smiled. Sam moved his lips down to meet Dean's.

"I'll always be yours, Sammy. You can plan on that."

They stayed at the beach until the sun was no longer warming their bodies. They'd brought an extra blanket and were covered it in before they finally admitted they were cold and went back home.

"I always wanted to spend spring break at the beach," Sam said as he stretched out on the couch.

"I pictured the beach as being like the ones in Florida, Sam. Swimming, bikinis, sunburns. . . "

"I wasn't keeping you from swimming. Do you really like sunburns?" Sam paused for a moment. "And what the hell is this about bikinis?"

Dean shrugged with a non-committal look on his face. "I like the way they look."

"I thought I was what you wanted."

"I do. But I want you naked, not in a bikini," Dean smirked. "I still appreciate the finer sex, Sam. I just don't want it anymore."

"You'd better not," Sam replied as Dean settled on the couch beside him, fitting their two bodies together. They spent the rest of break relaxing at home. Sam declared himself fully rested before heading back to class. Dean added that he'd been over-loved, too.