Sam feared this was all a convincing act meant to preserve their relationship. He searched Dean’s eyes for the slightest hint of disdain or disgust; all he saw was contentment and acceptance. “Dean…” After a moment of hesitation, Sam embraced his brother tightly. He was enraptured to know that, for once, everything was going to be alright between them. Sam closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh of relief, smiling.
He could hardly remember the last time they’d held each other like this. The feeling of Dean’s arms wrapped around him, the warmth of his body… Sam absentmindedly pressed his lips against the curve of Dean’s neck in a gentle kiss. He was pleasantly surprised when Dean didn’t push him away. They separated and simply looked at each other, Dean’s hands sliding down Sam’s back and sides before lingering on his waist.
“I love you too, Sammy…” Dean spoke softly, raising a hand to Sam’s fa