Sam pulled his lip away from his brother's teeth and rolled him onto his back. He stared down at his brother. Could he walk away again from Dean after this? He wanted his 'normal' life back. He needed his brother.

He slicked his fingers with lube and stroked a circle around Dean's pucker, instinctively moving with the correct pressure and touch.

He had never had another man except Dean and Jess was the only woman he'd been serious about.

He remembered the last time he and Dean had been together as vividly as the first. They had tasted every inch of each other's bodies. Bit and sucked marks of possession on each other's bodies. Fucked and made love until neither of them could move.

Sam woke slowly. He and Dean were still curled around each other. He still ached from letting his pride get in the way of his own satisfation. He leaned back and let his gaze wander over his still sleeping brother. Not much had changed except maybe for a few extra scars. Dean was still as breath-taking beautiful as ever.

Sam sat on the edge of the bed. Jess was gone. Being with Dean again after four years of living a life that was so different than that of his childhood was a trip into the past.

He didn't want to revisit that part of his life. He wanted to take his LSATs and continue his Stanford existence.

He knew that Dean wouldn't have come after him after four years of estrangement if it hadn't been important. Sam knew that while Dean would never admit it, he didn't want to hunt by himself. Their father gone missing for a few days was just an excuse.