Stolen Moments

Dean's time is running out, with less that twenty-four hours left to be with Sam, how will he spend it? One-shot Wincest. R&R. My first Supernatural fic so be kind.

Twenty-four hours. It wasn't enough time, Dean needed more time to say all the things he'd left unsaid all these years, and it definitely wasn't enough time to save him, but that didn't stop Sam.

Sam was determined to save him, no matter what it would cost him. That's what Dean feared the most. He couldn't bare the thought of Sam selling his soul. He didn't deserve to go to hell, not his Sammy.

"Dean?" A voice broke through his thoughts.

"Sam?" He answered calmly. He watched his brother duck through the doorway and vaguely wondered when he got so tall.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as he sat down beside him at the table.

"What for?"

"I can't save you, I've tried so hard to find away but I can't!" Sam let the moisture that had been building spill over. Dean pulled him into an awkward sideways hug.

"It's alright Sammy, you tried" Dean attempted to comfort him.

"That's not good enough!" Sam shouted, standing up and knocking the chair over. "That won't save you. I won't let you go to hell Dean, I won't!" Dean sighed; those weren't the words he wanted to hear.

"Sam don't, just don't." Dean suddenly felt old and weary.

"Dean please, let me do something to save you, I could sell my-"

"Damn it Sam NO!" It was Dean's turn to shout.

"I'll do anything for you Dean, please?" Sam whispered brokenly. Dean's heart ached for him.

"Anything?" He confirmed. Dean hesitated for a moment then he stood and grabbed Sam's hand, leading him to one of the beds in their motel room. He pushed Sam down onto it then climbed in next to him.

"Dean what-" he silenced him with his lips.

"I love you." He admitted when they broke apart. Sam looked surprised at him.

"Dean when did this happen?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, all I do know is I love you, its fine if-if you don't feel the same." Dean swallowed as the sting of rejection came into his awareness.

"Dean, how could I not feel the same?" Sam asked seriously. "You're my number one, the most important to me-" Dean stopped him with a kiss.

"No chick flick moments dude." Sam kissed him this time. No more words were spoken as the kisses got heated and clothing became scarce. Moans and panting filled the room fallowed by the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

"Uh, Dean please." Sam begged, breaking the 'no talking' streak.

"Please what?" Dean asked grinning.

"Touch me." Sam pleaded again. Dean reached around to grab his brother's length as he pumped in and out of his tight ass.

Dean worked Sam until they both came and collapsed exhaustedly onto the bed covered in sweat, semen, and God knows what else.

"I love you Dean." Sam mumbled tiredly. Dean smiled and kissed Sam's forehead.

"Me too Sammy, me too." With that Sam fell into a deep sleep.

Sunlight filtered through the cheep motel curtains, waking the occupant of the bed. Sam lay there a moment smiling before he saw the clock, 7am. He bolted upright and looked around. Dean was nowhere in sight. Sam was painfully aware of the emptiness threatening to swallow him. He was gone. Sam was all alone in the world. He drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, but the tears did not fall. Instead he clenched his fists in anger. He would kill every God damn demon that crossed his path and become stronger. Strong enough to bring Dean back from hell, even if that meant he had to become the antichrist and lead a demon army. Like he said, he'd do anything for Dean.