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[July 4th, 1996]
“Dee, where are we going? We’ve been driving forever.” Sam whined, trying to crane his neck up so he could get a better look at his brother. Eventually he gave up when he realized his neck, most likely, wasn’t made to bend this way.
He felt the arm around his waist tighten before Dean finally looked down at him with a smile, his eyes constantly flickering between his baby brother and the road.
With one last look and a fat sloppy kiss planted on Sams forehead, Dean turned his attention back onto the empty street.
"We’re almost there Sammy, just a few more minutes."
Sam whined and mumbled some more incoherent nonsense before he stuffed his face back into Deans side, he could hear a quiet chuckle sound from his brother before he closed his eyes with a sigh.
…And before they knew it, Sam was snoring softly into Deans side.
Dean reached over to turn the music down to a more appropriate level, stealing a quick glance towards Sammy. The hum of baby’s engine and a slow 80’s song could be heard throughout the starry night.
If Dean had a wide smile on his face, that was his business.
*
"Dad would never let us do this!" Sam practically squealed, carrying the crate of fireworks out of the Impalas trunk.
A chuckled ripped its way from Deans throat at his brothers comment, watching silently as Sam moved about.
He was radiating innocence Dean hadn’t seen since his baby brother was just a kid; following Dean around like he was his superhero.
Sam threw the crate down onto the grassy field, looking up to his brother with big puppy dog eyes that screamed adoration.
Time slowed to a stop as they both basked in each other’s presence, a soft smile growing on both of the teens faces.
Sam may be 13 but to Dean he was so much more. His baby brother, his son, his crush, his lover, his world…
Sammy was the only constant in Deans crazy life; he’ll be damned if anything happened to the snot-nosed brat he (basically) raised.
Vice Versa.
If anything were to happen to Dean.. well, Sam might as well off himself right then and there. He wouldn’t survive a day without his brother; he refused.
Dean was Sams savior. He loved his big brother with all of his tar-stained heart.
Sam knew Dean deserved better and until Dean realized that little fact for himself, Sam will stay by Deans side forever and always.
He’d been in love with his brother since the day he could remember.
They both knew something was there, have they spoken on it was the question everyone should be asking.
Dean knew, Sam knew. Hell, sometimes they even think Dad knew.
But that didn’t stop Sam from sneaking into Deans room in the middle of the night. It certainly hadn’t stopped Dean from holding Sams hand as they walked through the school halls.
No one dared to say anything to them anyway, they were all too scared. Probably thought their 'disease' was contagious.
..And in reality, it wasn’t;
Their love wasn’t something you just stumbled upon whilst doing ur weekly shopping, no no.
It was so much more than that.
Their bond ran deep; intertwining their souls and making them inseparable.
They were the perfectly imperfect definition of, 'Taking things too far'. But that invisible line drawn between most was non-existent for them.
So to answer everybody’s question, no, They hadn’t talked about it. They didn’t need to; they just knew.
Tonight, I want to give it all to you
Sam grabbed himself a firework without muttering a single word, holding it towards Dean with the silent question of
'You got a lighter?'.
And like always Dean understood.
Dean stuffed his hands into their Dads leather jacket, coming back out with a lighter in hand. He flipped it open and watched as the rope caught, slowly fading away into nothing but sparks.
He watched with a wide smile on his face as his brother ran to put it down, just in time to see it go off; once again by Deans side.
The only thing that could be heard was the booming of fireworks and the sizzle of it flying into the air, along with Kiss playing on the Impalas radio.
In the darkness, there's so much I want to do
And tonight, I want to lay it at your feet
'Cause girl, I was made for you
And girl, you were made for me
"Happy 4th, baby brother." Dean said after the last firework lit, ready to shoot off.
He had a big genuine smile on his face as he looked down at Sam, bringing his hand up to ruffle the kids hair.
Sam smiled back just as affectionate. He took a mental picture of the scene in front of him and stored it away. Putting it in the 'Favs' file.
If he were being realistic anytime spent with Dean, was indeed, one of his favs.
I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you, baby
Sam planted his hand on top of Deans thigh, reaching forward until there was barely any space left between them.
He looked into his big brothers eyes with a smile and kissed those beautiful plump lips.
Can you get enough of me?