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Just to let you know, the school year started beginning of August, it's now the beginning Of October. Keep that in mind. It's important later on in the story. I'll put a kind of timline up at the beginning of each chapter to help you guys out.

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Chapter 3

Sam woke up feeling more content than he had in a long time. He pushed himself further into the warmth behind him before he heard said warmth grown. He looked backwards and saw that Dean was awake and sporting his morning wake up call.

“Morning Sammy,” Dean said before he leaned forward and gave Sam a good morning kiss. Sam groaned and blushed when Dean pulled away.

Dean turned Sam around so they were face to face so he could talk to him. Dean ran his hand gently down the side of Sam’s face before he started talking.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed Sammy. You make the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard. This is going to be a total chick flick moment, but last night was fantastic, and so were the sounds you were making.” Sam looked away from Dean and gave a small ‘uh, thank you,’ making Dean laugh.

“You’re welcome Sammy. In fact, I’d be more than willing to help you give a repeat performance of last night if you want?” Dean leered, making his morning wakeup call known once more by thrusting his hips towards Sam. Sam gave a small ‘eep,’ which he would vehemently deny later, but gave Dean a positive shake of his head. Dean’s leer grew into a full blown lecherous grin before he told Sam to roll onto his stomach.

“Get on your hands and knees for me Sammy.” Sam did as he was told, but was trying to figure out how he could have an erection and be redder than a tomato at the same time. “That’s it Sammy. So goddamn beautiful,” Dean told him before he covered Sam with his body. He reached over to the bedside table again to grab the lube and put a copious amount on himself and inside Sam, kissing Sam on the back of the neck all the while, trying to get him to relax. He placed it back on the table before he whispered in Sam’s ear, “It’s okay to scream for me Sammy.” Sam didn’t get the chance to reply as Dean seated himself in one hard thrust. Sam did scream, but not from pain. Dean had hit his prostate straight on, making him see white spots in his vision.

“That’s it Sammy,” Dean panted into his ear as he pulled out and rammed back in. “Scream for me. I love your voice.” Sam did scream again as Dean continued to beat on his prostate relentlessly. Dean groaned as Sam’s muscles tightened around him in the most wonderfully painful grip he had ever felt. He placed his head between Sam’s shoulder blades as he pounded faster and harder into him, the need for release overwhelming, but wanting to bring Sam first before he let himself come.

Dean reached his right hand back to Sam’s erection, but didn’t even get one stroke before Sam came with a scream louder than Dean thought possible. Dean followed behind him a few thrusts later with a loud growl emanating from his chest. He collapsed on top of Sam, forcing him to face plant into the bed. They both groaned as their combined body heat was almost too much for them to handle after their intense round of love making. That’s what it was too. Love making. Sam and Dean had given themselves completely to each other, but had yet to realize it.

“Dean, you’re getting heavy,” Sam mumbled. Dean gave a small laugh and pushed himself up before he gently pulled himself out of Sam. They both groaned as Sam’s muscles practically refused to let Dean leave, but he finally pulled himself completely out of Sam and collapsed next to him, throwing his arm over Sam’s shoulders. Sam turned his head to Dean so they were looking at each other.

A small smile played across Sam’s lips before he said, “You really are amazing Dean, thank you.”

Dean ran his hand through Sam’s sweaty hair before whispering back, “You’re welcome Sammy.”

They finally made it the shower to clean up, no sex ensued though because they were both still wiped from the previous round. They stripped the sheets, throwing them in the laundry basket before migrating to the kitchen for much needed nourishment. Sam sat at the bar while Dean made his way through his kitchen.

“So, Sammy, what do you like?” Dean asked as he pulled eggs and milk out of his fridge.

“Scrambled eggs and milk please.”

“Comin’ right up.”

Dean took about ten minutes to cook both of their breakfasts before joining Sam at the bar with to steaming plates of eggs, and to large glasses of milk. They ate in companionable silence until Dean was finished with his meal. He pushed his plate away before he looked over at Sam. Sam met his gaze, but didn’t understand why Dean had such an intense look on his face.

“Sammy, I think you should move in with me.” Sam spit whatever eggs were in his mouth back out before looking at Dean with a bewildered look on his face. “We’ve felt this way about each other since pretty much the first day of school. Last night and this morning just solidified it. You wouldn’t have to worry about paying rent anymore because I own this place. I have a three car garage I bought so I could work on my car, but you can have one to park your car in so nobody realizes you live here. I thought of that because I figured you’d be worried about it. It’s a three bedroom apartment, so there’s plenty of room for your stuff. I have Wi-Fi so you can still do your homework. So,” Dean left it at that, looking at Sam expectantly.

Sam stared back at Dean for a while before he said anything. Dean was getting nervous, but Sam interrupted his thoughts.

“So, you’ve put a lot of thought into this haven’t you?”

“Yep.”

“So how would we get my stuff over here without anybody noticing?”

The most beautiful smile Sam had ever seen broke out across Dean’s face. He glowed with happiness.

“I was thinking we’d move everything at night. I have an old pick up we can use to move your stuff. Depending on how much you have, it shouldn’t take more than three trips,” Dean beamed.

“I don’t have that much. A bed, a dresser, a recliner, some dishes, clothes, bathroom supplies and my lap top. We should be able to get it all in one load,” Sam replied before going back to his eggs. Dean couldn’t figure out why Sam was being so nonchalant about something so important.

“Is this okay with you Sam? You don’t seem very excited about it,” Dean asked worriedly.

Sam looked up from his eggs before replying, “Food,” and returning to his eggs once more. Dean started laughing because he understood. Sam was ecstatic about the move, but probably hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before.

Dean and Sam walked back to their cars in silence while both thought about the impending move. Dean was so happy he could fly, Sam felt the same way, but a little off somehow. He wasn’t nervous about anything, so he couldn’t figure out what was going on.

“I’ll see you tonight Sammy,” Dean beamed before leaning in to kiss Sam. Sam stepped back to lean against his car. Dean looked and felt hurt.

“Don’t look that way Dean. I didn’t reject you in any shape or form. I just don’t want anybody walking by and recognizing us.” Understanding dawned on Dean’s face before his smile came back. Sam reciprocated the smile before saying 'see you tonight,' getting into his car and driving back to his apartment to get what few possessions he had, packed. Dean watched Sam drive away, but without the pensive look on his face that he always wore when watching Sam leave.

Sam wanted the sun to set faster. He couldn’t wait to get his stuff moved into Dean’s place. He had fit all his clothes, bathroom supplies, and dishes into his dresser and taped the draws closed. He had taken his bed apart and had set it up against the wall. He left his recliner right where it was. Why move it until it was absolutely necessary?

His doorbell rang, causing him to swing open his front door. The exaggerated movement scared Dean so bad, he jumped back and placed a hand over his pounding heart.

“Jesus Sammy, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” he said, but looked totally unrepentant for his actions.

“So, ready to go?” Dean asked as he removed his hand from his heart and stepped into the small apartment.

“Yep,” Sam replied excitedly, stepping aside to let Dean in.

“Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said you didn’t have a lot. This will all fit into the bed of my pick up.”

“Cool.”

It took Dean and Sam about half an hour to get everything loaded into Dean’s 1973 Chevy pickup. It took them even less time to get everything unloaded into Dean’s apartment, and another fifteen minutes or so getting it set up in one of the spare bedrooms. By the time it was done, it was almost ten thirty.

“Come on Sammy, time to hit the hay. We both have school tomorrow.” Dean started walking to his bedroom, but stopped when he noticed Sam was walking toward the now guest bedroom. “What are you doing Sammy?”

“I’m going to bed,” with a ‘what kind of question is that?’ look on his face.

Dean turned completely toward Sam before he stated, “Sam, I didn’t ask you to move in with me so we could sleep in different beds.” Sam’s smile was so bright the sun would have been jealous. He walked over to Dean and encompassed him in a giant hug. He hadn’t felt this happy and safe since his parents were alive. Dean returned the hug, understanding what he was feeling.

“C’mon Sammy, time for bed.” Dean took Sam by the hand and led him into their bedroom. They fell asleep with Dean spooned to Sam’s back. Sam using one of Dean’s arms as a pillow, the other hung possessively over Sam’s hip.

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