Dean woke up before Sam did. He looked around the room and realized he was in Sam's room, in Sam's bed. Memories from the night before flooded back into his mind when he looked at Sammy, who was sleeping next to him. All Dean wanted was to be able to stay next to Sam forever. Sighing, Dean got up and put on his clothes that were still on the floor from the night before. Once he was dressed, he went to the kitchen to cook some breakfast.
After about five minutes into frying some eggs for he and Sam, Dean felt a body behind him and strong arms wrapped around his waist. It was Sam. "Morning" Sam said into Dean's ear. "Morning, Sammy." Dean said back with a smile forming on his lips. Sam began to trail small kisses down his brother's neck. Dean set down his spatula and turned himself around so he was facing Sam. He moved a piece of hair out of Sam's eyes. Sam smiled, "I love you." "I love you, too" Dean closed the gap between their lips.
They kept kissing for a few minutes, until Dean pulled away. Sam pouted. "Do you want breakfast or not?" Dean said with a chuckle.
