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One year later

Sam came home from work and parked his car next to the Impala. Looked like Dean was already back from his monthly trip to the scrap yards of the city. By now the owners knew Dean and knew what he was looking for so they had quite some stuff ready for him but Dean liked to stroll over the yards by himself just to have a look around and see which piece sparked his interest.

It was raining today, maybe that was the reason Dean was home early, Sam mused. He went around the basement to see if Dean was working but he wasn't down here.

Over the last year the basement had completely changed. All the old stuff was out and Dean had set up different work stations for the different steps of building his cars. One room alone was stuffed to the ceiling with shelves full of raw material.

Dean had even turned one of the larger storage rooms into a showroom with light installments and glass showcases. Twice a week he let customers in to have a look at the cars he'd built just for fun. And only because Sam had complained about too many cars in the bedroom. And in the living room. And in the kitchen. Sam wouldn't have been surprised if he'd found one in the fridge. In the end Dean had every horizontal surface claimed for his cars.

"I don't have enough room for them in the basement." Dean pointed out when he put his latest creation on the side table where Sam used to have his magazines.

"You could always sell them. You don't have to stick to custom-made only." Sam put the magazines back on the table but after one look at Dean he set the car on top of it. Looked like he had a new paper weight.

A week later Dean had an announcement in the papers for an open house presentation. Things kinda developed from there.

By now Dean had repaid everything Sam had loaned him and he was paying his fair share for their living.

In hope for some dinner, if Dean had been home early there might be dinner waiting for him, Sam stepped into the elevator. Upstairs not much had changed. They shared the bedroom and Dean's former room was now once again the guest room. So far the only gust had been Bobby but Sam was happy that the older man came for a visit once in a while and slowly they were warming up to each other. It helped that Dean didn't sport any bruises and that Sam wasn't constantly hovering in the background to have an eye on Dean. He was a grown man, Dean could decide for himself who he was seeing and what he was telling them. Not that he'd ever told Bobby about the supernatural, though.

"Dinner's ready in five." Dean greeted him with a grin and a kiss. "Steak and baked potatoes." Dean gestured at the oven. "Hope you're hungry."

"I'm starving." Sam answered but he was only talking about actual food. As for the other thing, let's just say, Dean didn't let him go hungry for long.

He sneaked up behind Dean and slung his arms around the other man's waist.

"If I ruin the steaks because you distract me, you will regret it." Dean growled but didn't make an attempt to break free of Sam's hold.

"I could distract you later." Sam suggested and nibbled at Dean's earlobe.

"You're a bottomless pit, you know that, right?" Dean shook his head.

"You're spoiling me." Sam shrugged.

They had dinner with perfect steaks and a glass of wine while they told each other about their day. Dean had made it a quick tour to the scrap yards due to the rain like Sam had guessed but he had found two really nice pieces which would be perfect for the cars he had in mind.

Sam's day had been rather boring but Dean listened with interest anyway. Sam had the suspicion that Dean just liked the sound of his voice, though.

It was a rather cold and rainy evening so they huddled up on the couch with a movie and a few beers.

Out of the blue Dean took away his beer and put the bottles on the table.

"Dean?"

Dean studied his face for a long moment, he was so close Sam felt his breath brushing over his skin.

"How do I deserve you?" Dean asked with a concentrated expression but before Sam could come up with an answer he brought their lips together. Dean buried both hands in Sam's hair and just kissed him, deep and slow. Sam opened his mouth willingly and let Dean in. Dean kissing him like this always led to more, otherwise Dean would sport an annoying hard-on for hours, but for now this was just about kissing.

Dean sucked at his tongue and licked along the inside of Sam's bottom lip.

When they parted, Dean's pupils were blown wide and Sam was bathing in waves of pleasure coming from him.

Dean's hands slipped under Sam's shirt and getting the hint Sam lifted his arms and then the shirt fell to the floor. Next where his pants. Slowly, piece by piece Dean undressed him while Dean himself hadn't lost one piece of clothing.

"How do you want me?" Sam asked into another kiss, Dean's hands roaming over his skin. Abandoning his mouth Dean dropped down to Sam's right nipple. Sam arched his back to give him better access while he felt Dean's hands wandering down his back until they were kneading his ass. Gently Dean bit down on the nipple before he blew over the pebbled flesh, making Sam shiver. Then he did the same with the other one.

"I want you to ride me." Dean looked him in the eye while his fingers found their way to his most private part. "I want you to take my dick out and ride me." He got a bottle of lube out of his pocket.

Somebody's prepared, Sam thought.

"No prep." Dean handed him the lube. "Just slick me up and sit down."

With that he leaned back, still fully clothed while Sam was stark naked, fully expecting Sam to do as he was told.

Sam's throat was dry and he had to swallow to get some moisture back while he reached for Dean's fly. His own erection stood proud and leaking but that had to wait. First he had to take care of Dean.

He got in position with his back to Dean and just like Dean had instructed he sank down on him inch by inch in one slow move.

He never needed much prep but at first the stretch was overwhelming. Mouth open in a silent cry he didn't stop until he was fully seated in Dean's lap. Catching his breath he just stayed there for a moment.

"Move." Dean ordered and Sam rolled his hips, grinding down on him, and for a moment they both were lost in the sensation. He didn't touch himself, only focused on Dean's pleasure for now.

"Fuck yourself." Dean panted out and Sam didn't have to be told twice. He rose all the way up until only the tip of Dean's cock was still breaching the tight ring of muscles and then slammed down again. He repeated that, almost agonizingly slow up and with a wham down. Then he picked up speed, riding Dean for real.

Then, finally, Dean's hand closed around his cock and it took only a few rough strokes for Sam to arch his back, crying out his orgasm. Losing his rhythm he clamped down around Dean, muscles spasming and with that Dean was gone as well.

They stayed like that for a moment longer, Dean's hand firmly on his chest, holding him close.

"The things you do to me." Sam shook his head and climbed off Dean's lap. Dean offered him a towel, the bastard had this planned. Not that Sam was complaining.

"You love it." Dean gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Yeah, I do."

***end***

That's all folks. Thanks your joining me on this ride and for all the support, you're awesome.

I know I didn't really solve the Bobby issue but it didn't fit in this story. I am thinking about a more Bobby-centric sequel, though. But first I have to finish my current stories.

A/N Critics United noticed this story and is going to report it. It is possible that this story is going to be deleted. Don't worry, you can find it on livejournal and AO3 as well (links in my profile), please have a look there.

And please, don't feed the trolls.