Hi all,

I am deeply sorry for not updating in…well, more than a year. At first, it was because my computer crashed, but really, I don't think I have any excuses for this, nor should I anyways.

For those who read Birthday in Babylon, I started that story already with the ending and most of what happens already in mind, but it is the details that are the hardest to write, and that is where I am stuck at, (just curious, but did you ever have similar experiences?). I am still writing my next chapter and hopefully, it will be done soon, (fingers crossed!).

This one is a fanfic of Supernatural – a TV show that I have just started watching around a year ago and am currently hooked to. At around the same time I started this show, I was also exposed with yaoi in Japanese manga.

This fanfic contains yaoi/BL/homosexual content, but nothing explicit (the actual stuff…). It was rated M, though, for really strong hints on certain explicit events.

The story took place before Sam and Dean met Castiel. Hope you enjoy it!

Igloo

Chapter 1

"Okay, that'll do for now," Dean murmured. He gave the walls another pat just to make sure the snow is tightly packed. The brothers couldn't risk having the igloo collapse now that the blizzard raging outside is at its strongest.

Sam frowned in annoyance as Dean tried rolling over in the small space they've got. The dark interior made it difficult for the brothers to see each other, which made Sam feel claustrophobic, especially with his brother so uncomfortably close to him.

"Dean!" Sam wanted lightly to push Dean aside, but had did so a bit too roughly. Being unable to see in the dark, he unintentionally slapped his brother in the cheek.

"What?" Dean turned to glare at Sam.

"Stop moving!" Sam yelled. He flung his arms in Dean's direction in an attempt hold him down and ended up hitting him in the nose.

"Ow! What was that for? Can't you see I ain't movin?" Dean snapped in reply. He gestured dramatically with his hand, at the same time managing to turn his head to glare at his brother.

Sam was about to give him a witty retort, but thought the better of it when he saw the older brother glaring at him. "Whoops, sorry." Sam shuddered as he turned away from the glare.

Time seemed to crawl with the wind constantly blowing outside. The stabbing feeling one gets while being glared at disappeared for Sam shortly after they calmed down. The darkness in the igloo made it seem like night even though it is probably still noon in the small Alaskan town down the mountain. It took them almost a whole day to hike up to where they were without this storm, and so it is out of the question for them to even attempt leaving this spot right now.

The racket they've caused earlier had collapsed parts of the igloo, which limited the space they've got so they can't stand up without hitting something in the head. Dean grunted in his sleep. He murmured something inaudible and squirmed in his sleeping bag. Sam raises his arm eye-level to look at his watch. 4:30 in the afternoon. Normally in a situation like this, he would've groaned loudly in frustration. But with his, occasionally, annoying brother next to him right now, it is in his best interest not to do so.

Thinking back to the past week, the two had received a message from Bobby about attacks from a large furry creature in the diamond mines of Northern Alaska. It was suspected that the three people that had died similar, gruesome deaths, were killed by that creature that Bobby had nicknamed yeti for the time being.

Dean turned around in his sleep. He was lying on top of Sam, with their faces dangerously close to each other. Sam woke immediately, with the sudden pressure on top of him, but surprisingly enough, Dean remained asleep.

It is now around 6:00 at night and Dean still has yet to wake up. Sam's chest raised and fell dramatically as he heaved for breath in the cramped space he was stuck in for the past hours. Dean was breathing into his neck and something uncomfortably hard was poking Sam in the thigh. Sam thought it felt like a pistol. Draped not so long ago over Sam's shoulder and making it even more difficult for him to breathe was Dean's arm.

The two continued lying like that for what seemed to Sam like forever. He listened as the wind outside died and picked up and then finally stop altogether. The awkward moment of peace was broken when the breaking of tree branches was heard. The sound of breaking wood was followed by a loud crash woke Dean right away, causing him to accidentally slap Sam in his half-awakened state.

The non-resembling igloo collapsed the moment the both of them scrambled out of it. All around them, the remains of a large pine tree littered the snow around them, making the ground appear as if it was covered in cookies-n'-cream ice cream.

The brothers clicked on their flashlights and did a quick survey of the area. Nothing much was damaged apart from the havoc caused by the collapsed tree. In the stormless winter night, there was not a single sound apart from their heavy breathing. It was as if the whole forest was waiting cautiously for something to come.

Sensing danger, Dean returned to the collapsed igloo to retrieve their rifles. He looked sideways at Sam, who was on full alert for any sound. Dean didn't look away until he saw his brother's eyes focused on him. Dean winked in response to the look Sam gave him, and the wink was returned with a glare.

Subconsciously, the two began to move closer together. Their breaths fogged and disappeared in front of them like ghosts – the only things that moved in the darkness. Standing back-to-back with each other, the two held tightly onto their weapons as they stayed alert for any sign of life.

The night stayed as calm as it was left, until Dean's breathing became unusually ragged.

"Aw, dammit!" Dean yelled and fell onto the snow.

Thinking his brother was in trouble, Sam spun around, rifle raised and cocked. But the minute he raised his rifle, he rolled his eyes and lowered it when he saw Dean crouching safely on the snow a few feet away.

"What?" Sam marched towards his brother.

Nearby, crouching next to the crumpled igloo was Dean. He looked up almost innocently at Sam as he hid his crotch in his palms.

"Heh" Dean managed to respond feebly to Sam's glare.

"What're you doing?"

"N – nuthin much." Dean turned around so that his back faced Sam.

"No, really...what are you –" Sam's eyes widened when he saw the large bulge between his brother's legs. "Oh my gosh..."

"NO! No, I can explain," Dean pulled on Sam's sleeve to stop him from stepping away. He stood up painfully, wobbling on his legs. "Sam, I –"

"Please, don't explain, Dean, I –"

Sam was silenced with a loud "Omph!" when Dean suddenly reached up and enveloped him in his kiss. He lost grip of his rifle as Dean tightened his grip around him. Despite his height, he was restrained easily by his stronger brother. Sam's arms were held to his sides while his lips met his brother's.

After what seemed like an eternity, Dean broke the kiss. Even under the weak moonlight, it was obvious that their cheeks had turned a darker shade. Feeling lightheaded, Sam thought for a second that he smelled the fresh perfume of new grass in spring from the frozen winter air.

"You know," Dean panted. He paused when Sam, startled, backed away from him.

Dean swallowed hard to catch his breath. "I...kinda have a fetish for...er...more unwilling ones," he smiled apologetically.

Without even the time to respond, Sam was pushed onto the soft snow. His surprise was clearly evident on his expression as he looked at his brother's behavior. His limbs seemed to stop responding and he was forced to stay still while his brother hesitantly let his lips meet his younger brother's, before boldly planting kisses down his neck.

Before Sam knew it, his jacket was unzipped and forced off. It was shoved under a half-buried evergreen tree and the kissing stopped just enough for him to be pulled under the shelter of the tree's branches and laid on top of his jacket. Returning to him, Dean looked at him from where he lay on top, a strange sort of tenderness in his eyes.

The creature they were sent to exterminate was nowhere to be seen, and somehow, all the resistance to Dean that Sam felt vanished the same way the danger they faced seemed to disappear.

What happened afterwards was a blur of movement as their bodies united as one. What Sam remembered was the tingle he felt whenever Dean lips were touched his skin, the crunching sound of half-melted snow as they moved in unison, and the warm stain on his belly when it ended.

Dean fell on top of Sam, his heavy breathing blowing against soft brown curls near his brother's neck with every exhale.

Sam turned around and gazed at Dean for a long time as if trying to study and remember every detail on Dean's face.

"Dean."

"Hm?"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes," Dean answered almost instantly.

"How much?"

Dean paused for a moment as if deep in thought, then softly, he replied, "Like...all the new leaves that start growing in spring."

His answer was completely honest, the usual teasing edge absent from his tone. He looked at Sam with childlike innocence that was unseen before.

"But...leaves fall even in the spring," Sam mumbled inaudibly. Ashamed of his doubt, he averted eye contact.

Dean smirked at Sam as he whispered, "Well then, even if it were to stick each leaf onto the branches with tape, I would make sure that forests are full and green."