Dean had never thought he would live past thirty, much less to see thirty five.

Sam wasn't in bed next to him that morning, his side of the bed having long gone cold. Dean wasn't worried, just a little miffed as to why Sam wasn't there. He turned his head and looked at the clock on the bedside table – it was just past 9:30.

It was a Sunday, and they had both decided soon after opening their shop that it would be closed Sundays – those were the days that they spent in each other's company without really worrying about the rest of the world.

Dean sat up and stretched, heading over to the bathroom. After relieving himself and splashing cold water on his face, he read the note that Sam had left on the mirror in their bathroom:

"Make sure you're decent when you come down. And bring an appetite." Dean smiled at the note and pulled on a pair of comfortable jeans, an old green t-shirt going over his torso.

He made his way down the long staircase to the kitchen, where the smell of breakfast greeted him. He stepped in the kitchen, and his jaw dropped.

Standing next to the table were Sam and Cas, a huge spread of breakfast on the table – all of Dean's favorites: scrambled eggs, pancakes with chocolate chips in them, extra crispy bacon, and a tall pitcher of orange juice, which Dean was sure Sam had hand squeezed, because Sam had taken to doing stuff like that lately.

"Guys.. this.. wow." Sam came over to him and wrapped his arms around Dean, pulling his head up for a tender, warm kiss. Dean didn't even care that Cas was in the room – he had seen far worse since he had become their guardian angel. Sam kissed him until he felt himself start to become aroused and pulled away. "We got up early for this Dean, so you better like it." Dean gave Sam a playful slap to the chest and ruffled his hair in the way he knew would make Sam pull a bitch face, but Sam just smiled instead.

Dean sat down in the chair that Sam had pulled out for him and sat down. Sam came up behind him and rubbed Dean's shoulders, kissing him on the cheek as he did so. Sam sat down more or less next to him, and Cas remained standing. "This day is for the two of you, so I shall be taking my leave. If you need anything, you know how to find me." With that, Cas was gone, and Sam and Dean were left my themselves.

Sam started in on his breakfast and spoke as he cut up a pancake. "So Dean.. how does it feel to be an old man of thirty five?"

Dean laughed, a rich, happy laugh that Sam heard more and more nowadays. "Sammy if you had asked me that question when I turned thirty I would have said shitty. I don't think I would have lived to see thirty five. But here we are, and we're both still alive." Sam looked up at Dean with a half smile. He could see the way that their life had weighed on Dean, but through it a happiness that had only been hard won. The last few years without hunting had done both of them wonders. The work of the shop kept them in decent shape, even if Dean wasn't quite as hard as he used to be.

"You know Dean, I still find you attractive." Sam swiped his pancake through the syrup on his plate.

"Didn't figure you had stopped, not after last night anyway." Dean winked at him, and Sam blushed.

"No Dean, I'm serious. Even when we're both old and arthritic, you'll still be hot to me."

Dean snorted. "Jeez Sam, let's not think that far ahead yet, alright?"

Sam nodded. "I won't. Let's just think about now. What do you want to do today Dean?"

Dean chewed and thought for a moment. "Want to spend it with you Sammy. Just like the last thirty one I've had."

"So you don't want to do anything special, just.. hang with your boring baby brother?"

Dean leaned closer to Sam and put a hand on Sam's knee. "You mean my beyond incredible soulmate who I love more than anyone or anything else in the world? Yeah, I want to spend it with him."

Sam dipped his head, Dean's warm gaze making him blush. "When you put it like that Dean just... that's what takes my breath away."

Dean tilted Sam's chin up, his mouth curled in a smile. "And may I forever do that baby boy. Because you do the same thing to me. You always have Sammy. Even when we were growing up, and before... well everything, you made me happier than anyone else. You're the best and truest friend I've ever had, the perfect brother, and... just so much more than that Sam. You can give me no greater gift than waking up next to you every morning, putting your arms around me, and telling me 'I love you.' And when you say it, my heart bursts, because out of the things I've heard in my life, it's the only thing that's always been true."

Sam hadn't meant to start crying, but he was, his lips quivering. He hugged Dean tight, and Dean hugged him back, hugged him as tight as he could. Sam's voice was muffled in his shoulder as he spoke. "You used to not say stuff like that Dean." Sam picked his head up and wiped his eyes. "What changed?"

Dean put his hand to the side of Sam's face and rubbed it. "You loved me back."

"But I always have Dean."

"You know what I mean Sammy."

Sam smiled at him, his lips parted slightly. "Yeah, I do."

Breakfast was cold by the time they got back to eating.

. . .

Dean went down to the garage to find Sam polishing Monster, making the deep maroon paint sparkle. He was listening to Billie Holiday sing "God Bless The Child" and humming along with it. Sam, aside from spending time with Dean, seemed happiest in the garage, working with his hands. It struck him as odd, mostly because Sam wasn't normally enthusiastic about helping fix the Impala when it broke down or needed work, but once he had his own car, that all changed.

Dean came up behind him and put his arms around Sam's waist. "Was wondering where you'd gone." He kissed the back of Sam's neck, his lips soft against Sam's skin.

Sam stood upright and turned in Dean's arms. "Just down here for a bit. Wanted Monster to look good for tonight."

Dean gave him a searching look. "What's tonight?"

Sam kissed him on the lips, just a chaste brush of contact. "You'll see Dean." Sam winked and turned back around, picking up his cloth once more.

Since it didn't seem like Sam was in the mood to offer up any more clues to this mystery, Dean shrugged and picked up his own can of car polish, turning his attention to the Impala, standing opposite from Sam's car.

There was no doubt in his mind that whatever Sam was planning, it would be wonderful.

. . .

Sam spent the rest of the day around Dean, most of it with his arms around him. Dean wound up taking a nap as they watched Indiana Jones, his head on Sam's shoulder. After waking up, Sam only teased him a little bit for falling asleep, and Dean promptly held Sam down and showed him how old he wasn't by fucking him good and deep right there on the couch, their cries of pleasure echoing through the bunker.

Sam was in the kitchen again making dinner and putting it in a picnic basket, his ass still more than a little sore from earlier. Dean came in, his hair still damp from the shower he had taken.

"How you feeling Sammy?" Dean went to the refrigerator and took out a beer, opening it with a quick twist of his hand.

Sam looked over at him, wincing slightly as he shifted his weight. "Little sore, but you know, nothing I'm not accustomed to by now."

Dean laughed, taking a sip of his beer right after. "It must be in the thousands now, the times we've done that."

Sam smiled at him, putting a covered plastic dish in the basket. "I stopped counting after the thousandth orgasm you gave me."

"You were counting?"

"For awhile anyway. No need to worry about your sexual prowess Dean, you're still doing just fine in that area." Sam winked at him, letting his eyes roam over Dean's body.

Dean set down his beer bottle and crossed over to where Sam was standing. "You know, with you around Sam I don't think I'll ever need Viagra."

"You think so?"

Dean put a hand under Sam's shirt and ran it up his body, appreciating the hard muscle under his skin. "Definitely."

Dean reached up his other hand and kissed Sam, his tongue pressing against Sam's lips. Sam leaned back against the counter and pulled Dean towards him, Dean's hand hot against his skin. Sam felt himself start to get hard again, even though they had had sex not even three hours ago.

Dean broke the kiss and said "Want you Sammy." He reached down and palmed Sam through his jeans, making Sam's breath hitch. "Want you inside me baby boy. Want you to fill me up with your big fucking dick. Got myself nice and opened up for you in the shower, thought about you while I did it." Dean bit along Sam's jaw as he unbuckled and unfastened his jeans, dropping them to the floor along with his underwear. He took one of Sam's hands and placed it on his ass, indicating what he wanted. Sam cupped him, squeezing the muscle.

Dean reached down and got Sam's pants off, Sam's hard cock rubbing against his stomach as soon as he had them off. Dean stepped out out of them, his legs bare save for the socks on his feet. Sam took Dean's cock in his hand, stroking him to full hardness, his work-worn palm dragging a moan out of Dean has he did. Sam turned them and put Dean up on the counter, making sure there weren't any sharp knives behind him as he did so. Sam removed the hand that he had on Dean's length and traveled down further, pressing two thick fingers into Dean's entrance. He felt the warm slickness of lube, and Dean's shoulders hitched up as he crooked them, finding Dean open and ready for him.

Sam braced his hands against Dean's hips and held him tight as he slid in, Dean's eyes locked with his the whole time. Dean put his arms on Sam's shoulders and wrapped his legs around Sam's waist, drawing him in deeper. Every time Sam topped him, it never failed to surprise Dean how big Sam was, how good it felt inside him. Dean caught his breath and whispered right into Sam's ear "Fuck me baby boy."

And Sam did. He started slow, his mouth against Dean's as he slowly rocked his hips. Dean gripped Sam's shoulders tight, lest he should slide off the counter. Dean broke the kiss and buried his head in the crook of Sam's neck, urging Sam to go faster. They had been doing this for so long that words weren't even needed, and Sam gave Dean exactly what he wanted. He sped up, the cabinets rattling around them as his hips slammed into Dean, the sound of their flesh smacking and echoing in the space around them.

Sam reached down and pushed Dean's shirt up, taking his cock in his and stroking Dean asynchronous to his thrusts. "God...Sammy.. yeah, that's it, Sammy fuck me. Fuck me so good Sammy, so damn good." Dean felt the pull of orgasm low in his body, and he wrapped his legs tighter around Sam. Sam pulled Dean down a little further, changing the angle of his thrusts. Dean cried out, loud and low, as Sam hit his sweet spot over and over again, and before he could hold back anymore Dean came, shouting Sam's name as he spilled over Sam's hand, Sam's teeth in his neck as he came right behind Dean, drawing the taste of blood.

Sam held his forehead against Dean's body for a moment, and then looked down at his body. Dean had come on his stomach, and Sam extracted himself from Dean and licked up his torso, capturing Dean's essence on his tongue. He kissed Dean on the mouth, making Dean taste himself. He pressed two fingers into Dean's fucked out hole, and Dean shuddered as Sam pressed against his oversensitized prostate.

"Think you can come again Dean?" Sam began to slide his fingers in and out, the motion made easier by having his own come deep inside Dean.

"God... Sam..." Dean's body shuddered as Sam fucked him harder, Dean's cock beginning to swell again.

"C'mon Dean, come for your Sammy again. I know you can, know you want to." Sam bit down on the tendon on the left side of Dean's neck, and he felt the sensation go right down his spine to his groin, and he got hard once more. Sam continued to drag two, then three fingers in and out of him, Dean's breathing heavy. Sam had a wicked smile on his face, giving Dean no break to recover.

It didn't take long for Dean to come again, his voice a broken whimper as a weak stream of come ran out of the end of his cock, pooling in the space between Sam's forefinger and thumb. "Sam... please no... no more." Sam kissed Dean on the forehead and backed off, his own cock now soft between his legs. He retrieved a paper towel and ran water over it, then proceeded to clean up Dean and himself, planting soft kisses on Dean's skin as he did so.

Dean was wearing a look of sleepy contentment by the time Sam was done. Sam tossed the paper towel and hiked his pants back up, looking at his watch as he did so. It was just past sundown, and it was nearly time for them to get going. "C'mon Dean, we don't want to be late." Dean opened an eye and said "Really?"

"Yup. It's a little bit of a drive, so we need to go. We'll even take the Impala." Dean got down off of the counter, pulling up his discarded pants and underwear as he did. "You're driving."

Sam allowed himself a small smile of triumph as Dean walked towards the door.

. . .

They drove away from Lebanon, the dark Kansas shining with a blanket of stars overhead. It took them almost an hour to reach their destination, a hilltop a county over. There were not other cars around, and Sam parked in a relatively flat space and shut off the engine.

Dean got out and looked up at the sky, breathing "Wow." There was no light pollution, no other cars, nothing but them and the Impala, just like it was for so long.

They ate dinner in silence, roast beef sandwiches with extra mustard, just as Dean liked. Sam had even made a cherry pie that Dean approved of by consuming a quarter of in five minutes, not even taking the time to wipe his mouth between bites. Dean made it up to him by kissing Sam full on the mouth afterward and letting him lick the taste of cherries and pastry out of his mouth.

After cleaning up, Sam picked up the picnic blanket and spread it over the cool metal of the Impala's hood, not wanting to scuff the still relatively new paint job. He climbed up and gestured for Dean to join him. Dean settled back against the windshield, Sam's arm around him.

"I have to ask Sammy, why did you bring me here? I thought we were going bar hopping."

"I was thinking the other day about how long it had been since we'd gone stargazing. I figured it up and it's been... God Dean, years now. So I thought we would just come out here for old time's sake. That and there's something else." He pointed up, and as he did a meteor streaked across the sky, and then another, and then more and more. Dean looked up at the heavens in awe, his mouth a wide smile. He hadn't seen a meteor shower since he was a kid, and had always wanted to see one again.

It lasted for nearly an hour, and by the time it was over, Dean's heart felt warm. He turned his head to Sam, looking him deep in the eyes. "Thanks for this Sammy just... thank you." Sam closed his eyes and kissed Dean softly, his hand coming up and pressing Dean closer to him.

After awhile, Sam broke the kiss and said "Happy Birthday Dean." Dean ran a hand through his long brown hair, letting it twine between his fingers as he kissed Sam again.

This, Dean thought as Sam's tongue found its way into his mouth, is the good life.