"Mom was beautiful." He said softly. "I mean, sometimes its fuzzy, but she was blonde, I know that much, I think she might have dyed it, but… I honestly don't know… She had your eyes. Those… Crazy ones that change color so much, I remember asking her what color they were. She was beautiful." He said again. "Dad had your hair color, but his eyes were dark, that's all I remember about him. I don't remember him being around very much." He said softly. "And you don't need to remember me… You can learn everything now."
Dean headed back to the hotel. He felt nervous… It wasn't like he and Sam hadn't been intimate, of COURSE they had, but… He was terrified that things were going to be different, for some reason, between them, now that they knew.
Dean followed after a moment. He stripped out of his clothes and piled them on the toilet. He smiled a little at the curve of Sam's body… God he was beautiful. He went forward and touched his hips, leaning over and kissing his shoulders.
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