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When Sam woke, it was in a bed that wasn't his own and without his dad or brother in sight... needless to say, there was a lot of freaking out. He fumbled out of bed and went looking through the apartment he was in... only to find a dog and not much else. Nothing that would tell him where he was anyway or where Dad or Dean was, when they'd be back.

He even got desperate enough to grab the phone and try their numbers... only to find them no longer in use which was just... even weirder. Now he was even more worried.

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Sam just let Dean hold on,if that's what he wanted, his hand idly rubbing up his back in soothing little motions. At the kiss, he tipped his head in closer to his brother's and let his eyes drift shut. "... Yeah. We're good, Dean."

"Sorry I was such a pain," he mumbled against Sam's skin. He didn't want to move. Not for a while. He wanted to give himself a chance to be the kid for a minute, instead of being the one who had to be strong and in control. Just for a minute. "You were a cute little brat."

"You weren't..." he let out a short sigh, just enjoying the way Dean was curled into him, comfortable. He smiled a little at that. "I wasn't a brat, dude. But I got those pictures developed for you. Left'em in my jacket, I think..."

"How do you know? You don't remember. You could have been a total brat." He hadn't been, but that wasn't going to stop Dean from teasing him a little. It felt good to tease. Felt normal. Like everything wasn't going to stay messed up.

"You want to look at the pictures?"

"Because I remember what I was like at that age, dude." Okay, he could be a brat sometimes. He remembered it... but hey, Dean hadn't been perfect either!

He tightened his arms around his brother. It was good to see him teasing again... maybe things would be alright.

"Mm, if you want to. Guess I should be glad you didn't spend the entire time I was little convincing me aliens take over the world or something."

"Mmm." He wiggled in closer when Sam tightened his arms. That felt really good. He wasn't looking forward to having to move any time soon, but he did kind of want to see the pictures. "Who says I didn't? I can multi-task."

"Then you're a jerk." He flashed a small smile, leaned in to press his lips to Dean's temple lightly. "You wanna move for a minute? I'll grab the photos..."

More for their really strange photo album, he supposed.

"Am not. You're a jerk, you jerk." Dean leaned back at that kiss and Sam's request. Before he moved, he reached up to cradle Sam's face in both hands and kissed him. It had been days since he'd kissed Sam for real and he decided he didn't want to wait any longer. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, but deepened after a moment.

"Now I'm a jerk? Thought I was a bitch..." Not that either one was really better than the other. He was still smiling when Dean guided him into that kiss.

It felt like just yesterday for Sam, really, but after all the crap that had weighed them down today? he was glad to be getting it. Slowly, he pressed into the kiss, returning it as he rubbed a hand soothingly up Dean's back, resting it at the back of his head. "Love you," he murmured. Still had it bad for Dean, just as much as when he'd first started this.

"Love you, too." Dean murmured when the kiss ended. Then he grinned a little. "Bitch."

Reluctantly, he shifted to move off of Sam so his brother could go get the pictures. The huge stone that had been crushing his chest all day was gone and he felt like he could breathe again.

"You can't throw out a bitch now!" He rolled his eyes and reached over to muss Dean's hair playfully as he went to grab the envelop out of his pocket.

It was good to see him perking up... made Sam feel a little easier too. Photos in hand, he flopped back down next to his brother and smiled. "Let's see what goofy pictures you managed to snap of me."

"Sure I can, bitch!" Dean smiled and curled back up at Sam's side when he sat back down. Thought about climbing into his lap again, but he supposed he'd been girly enough for one day.

He took the pictures out of the envelope and started to flip slowly through them. There were several from the ghost tour and a few at the aquarium. His favorite was a picture of him "feeding" Sam to an interested looking shark in the glass shark tunnel. They were both laughing while a bemused tourist snapped the picture for them.

"You're a jerk." When Dean curled up at his side, Sam leaned in and started to look through the envelope as Dean went through it. He smiled to himself a little... laughing a little at that one picture.

"God, you're a dork." But they looked happy... And from what he could remember of the last couple days, he'd felt happy...

"Looks like fun. But I'd like to see you try to feed me to a shark now."

"That's my favorite. We should frame it." Dean smiled at it. That was a fun day. Even if there had been a little underlying tension here and there.

"I liked seeing little you again, you know. I made a lot of mistakes the first time around. It was nice to have a chance to do it right."

"You weren't so bad, Dean. I mean, you were just a kid yourself... kinda unavoidable there'd be mistakes made, right?" He looked the picture over, smiling a little wider. "Besides, uh, I know I was an ass to you when I started getting older... Wasn't really fair to take it all out on you 'cause Dad pissed me off."

"It was hard sometimes..." He shrugged. "You needed me, though."

He put the pictures aside and wrapped his arms around Sam's waist. He wiggled in close and let his head rest on Sam's chest. "You asked me, after I admitted what we were together here, if I'd change anything about us and I said no. Would you?"

"I did, Dean..." No reason pretending he hadn't. He'd needed his brother... only thing that kept him sane between the fights with Dad, even if the fights with Dean were just as headache inducing sometimes.

He rubbed at Dean's shoulder when he wiggled in even closer, thinking it over. "No, not really. There's been a lot of crap, but I like where we are right now."

Better than he'd thought it would be.

"Good. Better not. Kick your ass." He mumbled, rubbing his cheek against Sam's shoulder. One hand slipped under Sam's shirt, moving over his stomach and chest lightly. Dean had wondered if he would have trouble touching Sam now after seeing him as a kid again, and he waited to feel bad doing it, but mostly it was just good to have the warm skin and tight muscles under his palm again. "I missed you."

He laughed a little at the threat. "Like to see you try to kick my ass, man."

Okay, so Dean was the only one who could kick his ass, but they hadn't put that to the test since Dean had gotten settled into the normal life!

But Dean trying to cop a feel was kinda nicer than that anyway. He sighed, tipping in closer to Dean as that hand moved up under his shirt. "Mm, I'm right here now, Dean..."

He could so kick Sam's ass. Right now, he was thinking of other uses for it, though.

"Yeah, you are." He shifted and leaned up to nuzzle Sam's neck softly. "I like having you with me. I'd like it better if you were in the bedroom with me."

Sam tilted his head invitingly, a smile curling at his lips. "Mm... think I'd like that a lot too, Dean..."

He shifted to get up then, flashing his brother a playful look. "You got an idea what you want to do when we get there?"

"I was thinking I'd get you naked." He answered, perfectly innocently as he got to his feet behind Sam. He let the blanket he'd been wrapped in fall to the floor as he headed for the bedroom. "I haven't had sex in almost four days, Sammy. I have some pent up energy to work off."

Not to mention some stress.

"Four days, huh? You must be going crazy..." He couldn't help the tease, even as he followed Dean to the bedroom and shed his shirt, reaching down to undo his jeans once they were in there.

After that, he was pressing up against Dean, leaning in to kiss him. "Tell me how you want it, Dean."

"You would be too, if you were me." Dean wrapped his arms around Sam and kissed him long and hard when his brother pressed in. God, it felt good to have him in his arms again. All the tension from the last couple of days was swiftly melting away. "Lay on your stomach, Sammy."

"Mm, okay..." He returned that kiss with a quick nip to his lower lip, smiling slightly before he pulled away to do what Dean asked. He stretched out on the bed on his stomach like he was asked, arms folded under his chin to keep his head propped up.

"Like this?"

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