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It's been years since Dean had last seen his brother. John was on a hunt and left with Dean despite the older boy wanting to stay with Sam in the motel.
“It's okay, Dean.”
He remembered the way he smiled at him with blank eyes before they left him alone for God knows how long. When they came back, he was gone. Dean should've stayed. Maybe if he did, Sam wouldn't have run away.
What a good big brother he was.
If he stayed that night, maybe he wouldn't be in this situation. Or maybe it was inevitable that he and Sam will always be intertwined by fate. That one way or another, they'd end up like this.
“Sammy?” He called out in a soft voice just above a whisper.
The man in a black cassock looked back to him with the same disbelief in Dean's eyes. His hair was long and reached the back of his neck, standing proud and tall with a Bible in hand, a man who seemed like a respectable leader of a church — one Dean would not normally be associated with except if he was on a case but he wore the unmistakable features of the once young boy he thought he'd never see again. He grew up, insanely tall and no longer the skinny kid Dean would take care of in the past, and apparently became a priest.
It was a little strange to know his brother turned out so religious after everything they've seen and been through but Dean could respect that. He was just so glad to see that his brother was alright and that Sam was just as happy. Probably, too happy.
“I missed you, Dean.” Sam said, deep and full of intent which the older of the two chose to ignore.
“I missed you too, Sammy.”
The two hugged, squeezing tight as brothers do when they haven't seen each other for so long. However, Sam held tighter, hands started to roam along his brother's lower back. It was getting a little weird but Dean let him. Strangely, he felt a sense of warmth he had been craving for since he could remember and only grew stronger the moment Sam left him.
It was getting warmer the more Sam touched him. His fingers crept below Dean’s shirt, lifting it up until he's feeling the skin on his spine, causing shivers to travel throughout the blonde's body and between his legs especially. He gasped when soft lips pressed against his neck, peppering kisses and leaving light marks.
“S-Sam, what are you-”
“I missed you, Dean. So much. You have no idea how long I've wanted you,” He whispered between kisses. “How long I've thought I was sick in the head for thinking of my own brother like that but I know now.”
“Know what, Sammy?”
Dean held back a whine as the priest removed himself from his brother's neck to look at him eye-to-eye. It had been far too long since he's seen those green eyes. He missed them.
Sam had grown much taller than him, by a head; towering over him as if made perfectly to fit like a puzzle. When he looked up to him with his own apple green eyes and long lashes, paired with succulent lips that were begging to be taken, Sam couldn't help but become so enraptured by his beauty. It was as if something primal was taking over, telling him to take what belonged to him.
“I know now that we belong together.”
That's how they ended up in one of the confessionals with Dean on his brother's lap and arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. The sound of their lips smacking could be heard from outside the door but they were lucky no one should be around the premises except for Sam that day.
“Oh, Sammy, that feels good.” Dean moaned against his lips, bucking his hips to the way Sam's fingers pressed inside him.
The squelch of his wet cunt paired with sweet noises from Dean was like music to Sam's ears, groaning at how his own cock leaked precum and ached terribly against his brother's ass cheeks.
“Need you, Sammy…please…” The blonde begged, grinding on his fingers and against his cock.
When Sam decided he was stretched enough, he took his own cock and lined it with Dean's hole, maintaining eye contact with his gorgeous brother who already looked so disheveled — completely naked with a pussy dripping wet and a face so lewd that it could bring whores to shame.
Sam hissed when his tip pushed inside Dean’s hole, slowly guiding him to sink further into his throbbing cock while comforting him from the burn of the stretch with kisses and whispering sweet nothings. When he finally bottomed out, Dean was close to tears, holding on to Sam while hiding his face against his shoulder.
After a moment of waiting for Dean to get used to his size, Sam shifted to get his brother to face him. He planted a soft kiss against those plump, reddened ones as he held Dean by the waist to help him move slowly on his length.
“It's okay, Dean.” He smiled and this time, his eyes no longer looked so dull.