In The Shadows, It Comes…

Sorry no yummy here... though i hope you love some angst.



Beta: Hotshow



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“That’s what you need to find out, Sammy.” Dean answered lightly as he stared at his concerned brother, noticing the sad look that appeared on his lover’s face.



“It’s Sam.”



“But to me, you’ll always be Sammy, I thought you knew that already, little bro’.” Dean grinned at him, his hands moving over the exposed skin in front of him, his eyes were filled with lust and love.



“Bro’ what are you doing?” Sam asked as he could feel Dean’s hands moving softly over his body.



“Dude, it’s noon, and I’m hungry for you, and I have some good plans for you.” Dean smiled at him.



“Could you stop that?” Sam asked him.



Dean moved his hands from him, frowned.



“How could you think of sex while others are getting hurt and dyeing?” Sam asked staring at him, and in that moment he wished he could take the hurtful words back.



“Well… first they are dead, and you are the one I love, so quit with this shit.” Dean replied as his eyes flushed with anger.



“Dean… look, I know that you love me, but this gig is bothering me, and I wish to know what is it that’s there in the forest that hurting others, so we should better take a break with the make loving.”



Dean swallowed the hard lump down in his throat, try to hide the falling tears. He got on his feet, knowing that he was glad now that he was dressed, and Sam couldn’t stop him.



He walked where he last put the Impala’s keys; he stared back over at Sam, and only asked, “Are you sure about this?”



What he truly wanted to ask him, ‘Are you not loving me anymore?’ but he didn’t.



“I’m sure, Dean,” Sam replied, staring how his brother moved, with his shoulders slumped down, noticed him walking over to the door, “Dean… stay…”



Dean took a last look over his brother, hiding the tears from falling down, he said with broken voice, “I can’t.”



After he left, Sam fists his hand and hit the wall.



Why did he said those hurtful words to his brother? He knew how much Dean loves him, and why did he tell him about stopping with the sex, he loves the sex?



Now Dean won’t forgive him, and he doubts if he loves him right now.



Sam moved over the bed, lying down, his head over the pillow, staring at the ceiling, thinking of Dean, wishing him back with him, cuddles with him, making love with him.



‘Stop dreaming about it Sam, it won’t happen, because of your big mouth.’ Sam’s inner thought.



After several minutes, which seemed to him like forever in his mind, as he didn’t even hear the motor, so Dean must be around.



He had to find him, he needed him, and he is certain that Dean needed him as well.



He puts on his clothes; closes the door, and left the room.



He glances over at the parking yard, noticed the black Impala, he sighed in relief.



Sam walked over to the Impala’s driver door, opened it, noticed Dean crying himself out, mumbling how much Sammy must hate him, and he must deserve to be alone.



Sam knelt beside him; his hands open widely, taking Dean in a warm embrace, giving his big brother a shoulder to cry on.



End of Chapter 3.