Title: Closer Than Brothers
Challenge: #5 - Commitment
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Not quite incest... yet
Summary: The brothers get closer.
Notes: Written for stagesoflove Challenge #5 - 'Commitment'.
#1 'Attraction', #2 'Romance', #3 Passion, #4 Intimacy.
Also posted here.
Finally coming together was like sliding naked into a heated pool - slick, all-embracing with a marked lack of resistance. A huge weight lifted off shoulders hunched so long it had become an almost natural posture. It was like flying.
It was like coming home. For the first time ever.
Dean, surprising them both, had been the one to break the conspiratorial silence that surrounded their growing closeness, their stolen intimacy. And he'd done it in bed, as the faintest early dawn light filtered in around the frayed motel curtains.
"We have to be sure, Sammy. Once we do this, there's no way we can go back. If it goes wrong, we can't just split and never see each other again. I think that might kill Dad. I know it'd kill me."
Sam lifted his head from Dean's shoulder and blinked until his brother's face shimmered into focus. He studied Dean's serious expression for a moment and then snorted, shook his head and let it drop back down.
"Dean, we passed the point of no return a long time ago. It's too late to second-guess this now. Is that why you haven't…?"
Dean twisted, pushing himself over onto his side to face Sam, and tugged his brother flush against his chest and thighs.
"We can't do this if you're going to walk away. I won't wave you off to Stanford with a smile and I can't go with you. I guess I need to hear you say…"
Sam spoke up quickly before Dean could lay himself any more open than he already was. He couldn't bear to see his brother so vulnerable, not when it was so very easily preventable.
"I'm not going, Dean. I don't think I ever was, not really. I just needed - space, you know? I wanted you to back off and let me make my own decisions. Took you long enough."
"Dean, I'm staying. I choose you, okay? I can't walk away from you again."
The kiss was messy, hungry, full of vows and promises they still couldn't speak aloud. But they understood.
The next town they came to, Dean got an extra key made for the Impala and presented it to Sam. Sam said it was as close as Dean would ever come to getting down on one knee. He also said yes.