The hardest thing had been the Impala. He knew it hurt Dean not to be able to drive the Impala and it had taken Sam two months to persuade Dean to even go near his beloved car but eventually his persistence had won through and now Dean lovingly cleaned and polished his baby every week. And Sam had made a silent promise to himself that during the summer he would drive them somewhere, away from everyone and everything, and let Dean get behind the wheel again. He knew it was illegal but he didn't care - Dean needed it.
Sam was sitting in the Impala, patiently waiting for Dean to amble his slow ass outside. He blew the horn and shouted, "Come on Dean! What in the hell are you doing?"
Dean started out the door, his stick in front of him. "Don't get your panties in a twist! I'm coming. Jesus!" he grumbled. "C'mon Kansas," he called out to their beautiful German shepherd. The dog bounded out of the house and headed to the car. Dean didn't go anywhere without his dog. once the two of them had bonded, that was it, you never saw one without the other. Kansas even took to crawling in the bed in the middle of the night and laying down between Sam and Dean, sticking his legs out and into Sam, trying to push him out of the bed. When Sam and Dean would be sitting together, kissing or being affectionate, he’d sit and bark or manage to get his hairy body between them, pushing Sam away. Dean would grin when Sam would complain that he never though he’d have to fight for his right to Dean with a dog.
Dean stepped out of the house, turned and pulled the door closed behind him, and slid the key into the lock.
Sam was still amazed at the changes in his brother. It'd been nearly eight months since John had interrupted and disrupted their lives. Sam figured that Dean would have fallen into a depression. He had idolized his father his whole life, and to have him do the things that he did to them, the way that he had hurt Dean, Sam thought that Dean would never be the same. But he was proven wrong. Dean moved past it; not that he necessarily forgave John, he just didn’t think about him at all.
Dean made his way to the car and got in the passenger side. “So, what are we doing Sammy?”
“It’s a surprise!” Sam whispered in Dean’s ear.
Dean gave a little jump. “You shouldn’t sneak up on a blind man like that Sammy, you could have given me a heart attack!”
Sam chuckled low in his lover's ear, his tongue slipping out from between his lips and sliding along the shell of his ear. Dean gave a shudder at the feeling. “Y-you better stop that if you want to go where ever it is that we’re going.” Sam reached over and pulled Dean’s face toward his and kissed him.
“Mmmm,” Sam moaned into Dean’s mouth. “I love your lips. They’re just soooo…” Sam paused, trying to think of the perfect word.
“Fuckable?” Dean answered.
“That’s not what I was going for, but it’ll work!” Sam quickly kissed him again, then started the car and backed out of the drive.
~X~X~
“What are you doing Sammy? Why are we stopping?” Dean asked as Sam slowed the car and pulled off of the road.
“Time for your surprise,” he said, getting out of the car and walking around to the passenger side. He pulled open the door and reached in, pulling on Dean’s arm. “Get out, it’s alright…I’m not gonna leave you standing here with a sign that says 'free to good home' or anything.”
Dean laughed. “You’d never get rid of me, you like my lovin' too much!”
“God, your ego! Now get out of the car!”
“Bitch, bitch, bitch…” Dean mumbled getting to his feet.
Sam took hold of his arm and pulled him around the car, stopping when he got to the driver's side door. “Have a seat.”
”Huh?”
“Have a seat, get behind the wheel.”
“Sammy…I think you’re forgetting something kinda important about me. Last time I checked, I was still blind.”
“Please Dean, just sit down.”
Dean’s unseeing eyes were directed at Sam’s face. “Quit pouting,” Dean mumbled as he sat down. Sam smiled and shut the door, walked around the car and took his seat in the passenger side.
Dean sat behind the wheel of his girl, his baby. He lovingly ran his hands around the wheel, caressing it as if it were the first time he’d ever been behind the wheel of the beautiful muscle car.
“I…” Dean paused a moment. “I love you Sam. More than anything.”
“I know. I love you, too. Now put this bitch in gear and give her some gas!”
That beautiful smirk that Sam cherished played across Dean’s face. He reached up, shifted the car into gear, and pressed his foot down on the pedal.
He wasn’t driving too fast, but not exactly slow either. “There’s a curve in the road, start turning the wheel a little to the right,” Sam informed him.
Dean did as he was told, the car staying steady on the road. “You have a straight shot Dean, for quite a stretch. Put it to the floor, baby.”
Dean slid his hand over to Sam’s thigh and gave it a light squeeze then pressed the pedal to the floor. The roar of the engine, the sight of his brother behind the wheel of the car, the smile on his face, all brought tears to Sam’s eyes. “Curve again, sorta sharp but not a ninety degree or anything. Start turning to the left,” Sam said, his voice slightly shaky.
Dean did as he was instructed again, and the car stayed on the road once more. Sam sniffed, tears starting to fall. He had never seen anything as beautiful as Dean behind the wheel of his most prized possession once again.
There were several twists and turns in the road, and Dean managed to only run off of the road two times during the twenty minutes he was driving. The main swerve off of the road was due to an approaching car. He simply got nervous and went off of the edge, but only slightly.
“Sammy, it safe to pull off of the road?”
“Yeah, why?”
Dean pulled the car over, put it in park and shut off the motor. He slid across the seat and straddled Sam’s lap facing him.
“Thank you Sammy. I really needed to — I just needed to drive her again. This is the best gift that I could have ever gotten.” With that said, Dean descended on Sam’s lips. Sam could feel his lover's hard cock pressing into his stomach - apparently Dean really enjoyed driving his baby again.
Their kiss was slow, gentle and loving. “I wanna make love to you Sammy. Nice and slow, and long.”
Sam slid his hand along the side of Dean’s face, caressing his skin, running his thumb along his cheek. “I love you so much, Dean. I’m so glad you came back to me. I don’t think that I could live without you.”
“I love you too, Sammy, now — let’s go home." Dean lifted off of Sam’s lap as Sam slid behind the wheel of the car and started the engine. Dean scooted up against his body and began kissing his neck, his hand inching up his shirt. Dean was pulling Sam's soft skin between his lips — sucking it, biting it, his tongue gently rubbing against the abused flesh — then starting over again.
“Love you so much Sam,” he whispered, his lips dancing against his neck, causing Sam to shiver. “I love touching you, feeling you against me,” he moaned as his hand slid down to his brother's hard, twitching cock, palming him through his jeans.
Sam pulled off of the road and drove the Impala right into a clearing, making sure that the surrounding trees didn’t scrape the paint job. All he needed was Dean throwing a hissy fit about his car when Dean had him so turned on.
“Can’t wait till we get home there little brother?”
“For you? NO!” Sam stated flatly as he put the car into park. He got out and went to the trunk, pulling out a blanket, spreading it on the ground. He heard his brother getting out of the car behind him. Dean pulled the back door open and Kansas shot out of the seat and off into the woods. “Don’t go too far boy!!” Dean shouted out to his animal. Sam took his arm and led him to the blanket, pulling him down onto the ground.
There was no fighting for dominance; Dean took control and Sam allowed it.
Dean began to kiss him, petting his face with gentle soft kisses. Sam moaned as Dean rocked his hips, digging his erection into his own. "Mmm, need to feel you baby."
Dean slid down Sam's body and lifted his shirt, his tongue sliding into his belly button as his fingers unbuttoned his jeans. Sam toed off his shoes and lifted his hips as Dean lowered the zipper and then his pants and boxers in one swift movement. Sam sat up and started undressing Dean, "You're so beautuful. Do you know how much I loved watching you drive today?" Sam's voice cracked. "I-I-It was the most wonderful thing..."
Dean drew Sam against his chest. "Shhhh, we don't need the tears Sammy. It's all good. I'm good. I have you, you have me. That's all that matters."
"It's just that you were so lost for so long, and today I think that the last bit of darkness bled out of you. I'm just happy, that's all."
Dean pushed his pants off of his hips and kicked them off of his legs and leaned against Sam, pushing him down on the blanket. His hands roamed across Sam's face. Sam loved it when Dean would "look" at him, as Dean would call it. He loved the feel of his brother's soft hands as they covered his face, neck, chest, gently roaming down his stomach...slipping into the mass of dark hair around the base of his dick. Sam's breath hitched when Dean slid his hand up the length of his hard shaft, his hips automatically bucking into his grip. "Want you Dean...please."
Dean nesteled himself between Sam's legs and slicked his fingers with his tongue and slid them between Sam's legs. Slowly entering him, he gently inched his finger in and out of his brother's body, adding another and stretching him.
Sam was writhing beneath him, mewling - begging Dean to take him.
Dean took himself in hand and pressed his cock at his lover's opening and entered him, both reveling in the feel of each other's body.
He rocked in and out of Sam gently, slowly, lovingly, kisses being shared, bodies being caressed.
Dean snapped his hips, causing Sam to cry out in ecstasy. He kept that angle, hitting Sam's sweet spot dead on with every thrust. Sam was chanting Dean's name over and over as he felt his orgasm building. "Come with me Sammy," Dean panted in his brother's ear as Dean gripped Sam's cock and rubbed him in tandem with his thrusts. Dean cried out as his orgasm hit, filling his lover with his warm seed. Sam, feeling his brothers release, came in a shout, and both men came hard, thrusting wildly against one another.
Sated, Dean rolled off of Sam, gently removing his softened cock from his body and laid to the side of his brother. "Sammy?"
"Yeah baby?"
"Thank you for pulling me out of the darkness. I wouldn't have survived without you."
"I wouldn't survive without you, Dean. You are my north, my south - my everything."
Dean snuggled into Sam's chest. He might not be able to see, but he knew that he had the brightest future ahead of him...in the arms of the man he loved, in the arms of the man who loved him.
~end