Perfect (Supernatural; Sam/Dean; G; #284: Wind)

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Working Title: Perfect
Author: Pirate Turner
Dedicated To: My beloved Captain and King of my heart, my Jack
Rating: G
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Warnings: Slash, Wincest
Word Count: 500
Challenge/Prompt: #284: Wind
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners, not myself.

Music poured out of their open windows as they zipped down the open highway.  Sam smiled as he glanced over at his love, the silver moonlight playing becomingly over Dean's handsome face.  His life partner grew more handsome each time he looked at him.  He laid his head back upon his seat and enjoyed watching the way the wind whipped through Dean's hair.

Dean fought glancing at Sammy.  He felt his eyes upon him and stifled a groan.  He wished they had time for a hotel, but they had a mission tonight, as they did almost every night, that couldn't be ignored.  Loving would have to wait until daylight, but then he'd show Sam just how much his arms burned to hold him and his lips hungered to claim what was his.  He'd remind him again, just as soon as the sun rose, how much he loved him, but first they had to make it through tonight.

Sam's eyes twinkled.  It was moments like these, simple moments of time caught together in betweenst their fierce battles against Evil, that reminded Sam why he could never turn his back to hunting.  It wasn't just that it was in his blood; he truly enjoyed it.  He loved seeing Dean in action, and he loved these moments spent together on the edge of a mission where he could simply sit back, admire the masculine beauty that was his brother, and know that it was just the two of them against the world -- and that, in the end, they would win.

He'd lost Dean before; Dean had lost him.  Yet they were together now, and Sam knew one fact to be truth more than anything else in all existence.  No matter what happened, no matter who lived or died, in the end, when they were but spirits left, he and Dean would be together.  They were two parts of the same whole, and no matter what happened to them, they would find each other again and complete one another forever.

Sam unbuckled his seatbelt, slid across, and laid his head upon Dean's shoulder.  He snuggled in, listening to Dean's breathing, enjoying being with his love, and longing for this second in time to last an eternity.  If they never saw another Demon, that would be just fine with him.  If they never saved another life, he'd still be happy.  If they never did anything but drive on toward sunrise forever, snuggled together in their love's glow, life would be perfect.

Dean glanced down at Sammy, his own grin broadening.  He lifted a hand from his steering wheel, wrapped his arm around his soul mate, and pulled him closer.  With Sammy in his arm, his ear resting against his heartbeat, and his other hand on his Impala's wheel, Dean drove on toward sunrise and the next battle, smiling, loving Sam with all his heart, and knowing that nothing had ever been more perfect than this moment spent just being with the love of his life.

The End