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Title:Ten Years.
Author: bitchandjerk
Characters: Sam/Dean,John/Mary/OFC OMCs OFCs Jared/Jensen,
Rating :R
Words10,000/3,628,900
Warnings: Wincest
Summary: Sam and Dean spend a night out to celebrate their ten year anniversary.
Notes:: AU, rest are here.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Feedback: Makes me hard



Ten years was a long time, especially to Dean who never imagined making it out of his twenties. It seemed like overnight he was a dad and a husband and approaching his mid thirties. Ten years ago he was a fresh young childless thing with his entire life ahead of him and though he had made mistakes he wouldn't have changed a thing. In those ten years he became a man, a father, a husband, an uncle and also like a big deal hot shot writer and sexy model. It was hard to believe it had only been ten years because it certainly seemed like entire lifetimes had passed since that night Dean slept next to Sam for the first time.

Because a ten year anniversary was a pretty big one Dean had gone all out. He made arrangements for the kids, he got a car with a driver, made reservations at Sam's favorite restaurant in the city, and even booked a hotel room. A lot of planning went into it, which was why Dean was particularly surprised that he ended up on the kitchen floor with his pants around his knees while Sam panted on top of him. He sounded like a racehorse and it was sexy as hell, but they were about a half hour off schedule.

"Sammy, I…"

"Did you come?"

"Yeah, I need to change my shirt."

"Shh." Sam whispered. "Let me stay inside."

Usually when Sam was on top of him Dean was in his nice comfy bed. On the cold tile floor he realized just how heavy Sam was. It was a nice weight though, it felt right. Sam was mostly still dressed since he had only really unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. That left just enough slack for Dean to slip his hand inside and caress the soft globes of his ass before running his fingers down along his cleft. Sam didn't tense at all, he just sighed and bucked back against Dean's long fingers as they teased and tickled.

"You like that, Sammy?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna go again? I can feel you getting hard."

"Later." Sam said as he raised his head. "We're wrinkling ten grand worth of Italian silk wool suiting."

"You feel so tight."

"Likewise. Spread your legs apart for me."

Sam kissed Dean on his neck and then very slowly withdrew and kissed down his body. His lips grazed and then suckled the wet spot on his shirt before Dean felt Sam's hot breath on him as he held him open. Sam kissed, licked, and sucked before he came up for air and spit in Dean's half open mouth. That was probably Dean's favorite part of getting fucked, right after feeling Sam come inside of him. It was good to know that even after ten year some things never changed because Sam could really satisfy. If anything he had gotten even better.

"You shot a huge load all over your shirt."

"Nothing the dry cleaner isn't used to. Let me clean you up."

"No, I wanna smell like you all night."

"You nasty bitch."

"Guilty." Sam said before kissing Dean quickly. "I'll go get you another shirt."

"Thanks, Sammy."

Sam had no problem getting up off the ground, but he hadn't just been basically fucked in half. When Dean stood up his knees buckled and he actually fell onto the kitchen counter. If it hadn't been there he would have ended up back on the floor. His legs were so weak that he even had to hold on to the counter as he walked over and sat down on one of the barstools. His ass hurt in the best way possible, but Dean sort of liked that and he'd have plenty of time to recuperate in the limo.

Just as Dean was pulling off his jacket so he could take off his stained shirt, his phone began to ring. He had already decided to ignore calls from anyone except for John who was watching the kids. He was also watching Buster who was having his first sleepover. Dean was worried about him but John knew what he was doing and Carol was there with him. Buster was a pretty good sleeper anyway so it's not like he'd be any trouble.

"Hey, dad. Everything okay?"

"Why are you out of breath?"

"Uh…"

"Oh, Dean, in the limo? You nasty."

"No, we didn't leave yet."

"Oh." John whispered. "You dirty."

"I know. What's wrong?"

"Well, it's the darndest thing…I think I made Milo retarded or something. We're watching Finding Nemo and…"

"Is he repeating "Oh, no" over and over again with a glazed look in his eyes?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what he's doing."

"Put him on."

"Okay."

"Oh. no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no…"

"Baby." Dean said gently. "A shark is not going to eat you. I promise. You have to be in the ocean for a shark to eat you and you're not in the ocean."

"He's still doing it!"

"Okay, hit him in the back of the head."

"What! I'm not doing that!"

Dean explained that he absolutely did not mean that John should donkey punch Milo, but from time to time he did have to be reset like the wireless router. Milo was just weird and there was absolutely no reason why he'd just zone out, but the beginning of Finding Nemo was one of his triggers. He also got completely bonkers if his bowl of ice cream was too big or if he thought the cat was ganging up on him. Bruce said there wasn't anything wrong with him except that he was two and had a two year old's attention span.

"Ow! Boppa!"

"Hey, baby!"

"Hi, daddy!" Milo said. "Boppa punch me in the face."

"Retaliate as you see fit. Take care of Buster for me!"

"Okay, daddy. Bye."

Dean quickly hung up and then thrust the phone back into his pants. If he had gotten back on the line with John he would have asked about Buster and then he'd begin to obsess over whatever was said. It was better to just hang up and then strip down to his undershirt. He tossed his stained shirt in the laundry room after sneaking a taste and then tried to do a couple of squats to strengthen his legs. It didn't really work, but it was something to do.

"Okay." Sam said as he walked back into the kitchen. "I like this with the gray suit."

"Purple!"

"It's like a shale liliac."

"Sammy, that's gayer than spitting your load and my ass juices down my throat."

"Oh, it is not. Come on."

When Dean stood up Sam threw the shirt around him and then began to button it up. He even tucked it in, which was really just an excuse to give Dean a raging semi. When he was done Sam picked up Dean's tie off the counter, slipped it over his neck and then adjusted the knot. Moments like that were why Dean really loved being a husband. He was a sucker for Sam getting him ready and he knew he always looked extra handsome as a result.

"God." Sam sighed and he touched the side of Dean's face. "You are gorgeous."

"Sammy…come on."

"I wish I was fourteen again."

"Why?"

"Uh…not so we could do illegal stuff…just to be…fourteen again."

"Isn't that a little kinky, even for you?"

"Fine, fifteen, when I was young, dumb, and full of cum."

Dean rolled his eyes and then offered his hand to Sam so they could get their big date night started. Honestly Dean was really into about sixteen year old Sam, but that was his cut off. Actually any Sam over sixteen was fine with him too, especially current present day Sam. He looked so handsome in his suit. He was a hell of a man, and he was obviously excited about a night out since he was smiling pretty big. Dean was excited too and though he was nervous about being away from Buster, John had proven to be a somewhat adequate caregiver.

After grabbing the overnight bag, which has some sexy chocolates in it, Dean opened the door for Sam and then locked it behind them. He barely had his hand off the doorknob before Sam was elbowing him in the ribs. Sam caught him in a bad spot and it sort of hurt a little. Dean was all ready to yell and maybe throw a fit, but then he looked down the long walkway and saw what Sam was calling attention to.

At the end of the walkway, right next to the mailbox was the big black SUV Dean had ordered for their night out, and standing in the snow shivering was the driver. He had obviously been out there for a while judging by the layer of snow on his cap. Dean was willing to bet he had been waiting for at least a half hour which was when he was supposed to arrive. Of course a half hour ago Sam had Dean's legs up in the air and four fingers in his ass.

"Hey." Dean said as he rushed down the walkway. "Carl, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'm sorry, we got held up, you didn't have to wait in this weather."

"Not a problem, sir."

"Go warm up." Dean smiled. "Thank you."

"Let me get the door for you, sir."

"I got it, warm up. Come on, Sammy."

"I insist, Mr. Winchester."

Carl wasn't taking no for an answer so Dean let him open up the door. He obviously took his job very seriously, but it was really freaking cold out. Instead of making a fuss Dean just stepped aside and let Sam go first because that's what gentlemen did. As soon as he was in the back seat Dean heard a excited squealing moan which made him wink at Carl who only nodded in response.

When Dean slipped inside Sam was grinning from ear to ear with a big huge present on his lap. Dean immediately breathed a silent sigh of relief because he had left the gift at the car service two days ago with instructions for it to be placed in the backseat. He didn't tell anyone what it was, but obviously it was worth a little bit of money since it was for Sam after all.

"We said no presents." Sam said as he drummed the top of the box. "I didn't get you anything."

"That's not what I taste…"

"Ooh! Maybe we'll do something else later."

"No maybe about it." Dean grinned. "Go on, open it."

"Now?"

"Mmhmm!"

Sam fucking loved his presents. There was no way he was going to be able to wait through the entire ride to the city and dinner at the restaurant before they got to the hotel. Dean didn't want him to wait either because he was pretty excited as well. The box was wrapped in a beautiful bright orange paper and a wide chocolate colored silk ribbon. Sam clearly knew where it was from already but he didn't squeal again until he tore back the paper and saw the Hermes logo across the top of the box beneath the wrapping.

"Oh, my God."

"Come on! Open it!"

Sam's fingers were shaking as he tore back the rest of the paper and his movements were impossibly delicate like he was performing open heart surgery. When the lid finally came off a full two minutes later he peeled back the tissue paper and finally got to the good stuff, or at least that was what Dean thought was going to happen. Inside the box was a very large protective bag, which was just the biggest cock tease ever. It took another minute for Sam to get that open before he closed his eyes, stuck his hand inside, and pulled out his anniversary gift.

"Open your eyes!"

"Okay." Sam said with his eyes squeezed shut. "I will in….oooh!"

For someone who spent like two thousand dollars on skincare a month and could easily drop just as much on a trip to get his hair did Sam was way too impressed with his nifty new man purse. There was no point in calling it a man bag, it was a straight up purse for women, but it was chic as hell and big enough to probably throw a few changes of clothes for the kids, some snacks, maybe a couple of juice boxes and like a thirty pound turkey or Milo.

"Well?"

"Oh, I'm just like Marc Jacobs or those super rich Asians. I don't care what anyone says, the Birkin is a unisex bag."

"It's for women."

"Well, if you like women so much maybe they'll felch you."

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry." Sam said before hugging the bag. "It's the bag talking. It's so perfect, I lov…wait a minute."

"You love it and me!" Dean said as he puckered up. "Kisses on the lips!"

"Did you pay for this?"

"Hmm?"

"Pay." Sam whispered. "You didn't pay for this, did you?"

Dean was stuck between a rock and a hard place because while he always wanted to tell the truth to Sam there were some cases in which total lies were the way to go. If he said he paid for it Sam was undoubtedly going to say that it was too much and that he shouldn't have spent the money and he was an idiot for not getting it for free. If he said he got it for free then Sam might think it wasn't such a great gift. He'd still loved the thing like it was one of the kids, but it might not mean as much.

"I didn't pay for it."

"That's my smart husband." Sam said before he kissed him. "It's beautiful, but there's no way this is a thirty thousand dollar bag. Did you know they take fifty hours to make by hand?"

"Really? Can I see it?"

Sam recoiled like Dean had just started swinging a flaming chainsaw around his head. He was seriously holding onto the bag like he held Buster, who was a lot better than a hunk of hand stitched leather. He almost seemed insulted that he was being asked to surrender the bag before the bonding period had ended, but he eventually handed it over like it was a newborn hemophiliac baby.

The bag was really nice, at least nice in terms of Dean's very limited understanding of luxury handbags. While he looked it over Sam told him all about it, like he had several times over the past year or so. Dean had told him to just get the damned thing, but Sam never would. That ended up working out because Dean got to get it for him and he clearly loved it. He was going on and on about all the details and the craftsmanship and he was speaking so passionately that Dean finally realized that owning the bag wasn't about carrying it around to show off that he could afford it, to Sam it was a piece of artwork.

Sam's life was so unbelievably perfect that it only made sense that he'd want the best of the best. Day in and day out he made sure the kids had everything they could ever need, and the best of everything at that. He spent some money on himself, but it was basically nothing compared to the work he did with the kids, and in the kitchen, and with his writing. He had become universally adored by the entire world and when you worked hard to get there, you absolutely deserved the best houses, cars, bags, and whatever the hell else you wanted.

"I love it and I love you. Thank you, Dean."

"You're welcome, Sammy. You deserve it."

"That bitch Amy said they were for girls to."

"What the hell does she know? She's got a turn style in her vergeenus."

"I know, so gross." Sam said before he sighed. "You got any cash on you?"

"Ooh, do you want to pay me for sex later like I'm a dirty whore? Like I suck cock to pay my bills and to get back at daddy?"

"Um…I was thinking about giving the driver a nice tip?"

"Oh…me too! Yeah, don't want to be a filthy whore…don't want you to be a nice business man with a wife and kids back home…"

Sam rolled his eyes and then climbed on top of Dean to search for his wallet. For a few seconds Dean thought there might be a little ass play involved, but Sam just got his wallet and then sat back to dig through it. Dean had several credit cards, but he rarely carried any cash. He didn't think there was anything in there, but then Sam plucked out three crisp hundred dollar bills and handed them over along with the wallet.

"That'll work."

"Where'd that money come from!"

"Oh, sometimes I stick money in that little side part in your wallet."

"Why?"

"In case you're out somewhere and need lunch."

"Oh…Baby you treat me so fine!"

Dean was about to get another kiss and maybe a little through the pants wiener play when Sam leaned over and rolled down the partition. Whenever he was being driven somewhere he always lowered the partition, in fact he had done it several times when Dean wanted to fool around in the backseat, maybe not fucking, but making out a little like a couple of sixteen year old girls.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Winchester?"

"Nope." Sam smiled. "Did you get dinner yet, Carl?"

"No, sir."

"I want you to go get something after you drop us off. We'll call you when we're done eating, no rush."

"Thank you, Mr. Winchester."

"This is for later." Dean said as he stuck his hand towards the front of the car. "If I have too much wine I get silly and forget to tip."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Winchester. I appreciate it very much!"

Carl really did appreciate the tip, and he didn't even open up the folded bills to count it. When he saw how much it was Dean was sure he'd be even happier. He was a really nice guy and after another half hour of chatting he seemed to loosen up a little bit. In fact he was celebrating a five year anniversary the week before Christmas and he was planning on getting something extra nice for his beautiful wife.

Once they got to the city, there was a little traffic, but it wasn't so bad. It only took maybe ten extra minutes to get to the restaurant, which Dean had kept a surprise. Sam hadn't said he wanted sushi, but he loved going to Nobu. He seemed pretty excited when they pulled up and he rushed right inside, but that might have been because it was even colder in the city than it had been at home.

"Mr. Winchester, so nice to have you dining with us this evening."

"What a nice surprise!" Sam smiled. "My favorite restaurant!"

"I know a thing or two."

"You spoil me, Dean."

"Well…"

"Right this way. Mr. Winchester, we have a private dining table ready for you."

"Oooh." Dean ginned. "That sounds romantic."

The host nodded and then led the way through the restaurant. The place was packed and several people whispered and pointed. Dean saw a few phones up taking pictures, but he was going to let it slide since it was his special night out alone with Sam. Dean was really looking forward to really beautiful meal, some drinks, and all the fun he was going to have at the hotel. It was gonna be great.

"Enjoy your evening." The host said before reaching to open the double doors in front of them. "And happy anniversary."

"Thank….

The second the doors opened up Dean jumped two feet in the air because he was scared shitless, not only did at least fifty thousand flashes go off all at once, but there was a deafening roar accompanied by quite a few shrill screams and just a little applause. It was so loud and so bright that Dean had no idea what the hell was going on, until he realized what the crowd in front of him had yelled.

"Surprise!"

Sam laughed like he was sixteen year old again and squeezed Dean's hand hard before kissing him on the cheek. In the private dining room at one of the best restaurants in the city were all of their friends and family. There had to be fifty people and they were all dressed up so nice. It was like being at the wedding again and that was a feeling Dean loved to remember.

"Sammy, you got me!"

"It's no Birkin, but I tried."

"Aww."

"You don't mind some company for dinner do you?"

"No! You invited all my friends and all the people I love…and Jared."

"Hey!"

"Happy anniversary, baby."

Dean blushed and smiled even bigger before getting another kiss on the cheek from Sam. Within seconds everyone had descended for handshake, hugs, and well wishes. It was so great to see everybody and Dean would still get his alone time with Sam after the fabulous anniversary party.

When throwing a party there were three things that were absolutely essential, good food, good friends, and the most fabulous designer you could afford. Sam had already instructed the restaurant to make food and bring it out. He didn't have anything specific in mind, he just wanted food available until everyone was full. There were gorgeous pieces of fish, platters of delicate rolls, and an impressive assortment of tempura as well as soups and salads set up on a buffet.

The good friends were carefully selected from Dean's group of his very favorite people which included no less than ten of his bestest best friends, all of whom were arguing over who was the very best, family members he liked like Jeremy and James, as well as those he didn't like, mainly Anthony. Sam had even invited out of town guest like Dean's pretend dad, Wobby, and his celebrity friends who had all shown up and seemed to be having a fantastic time so far.

The best designer money could buy was of course one of Sam's bestest best friends, Antony. He handled the wedding and the house in New York and he was thrilled with being asked to make the private dining room at the restaurant more "Festive" and "Asian". Those were Sam's two buzz words, and Antony sure as hell didn't disappoint. There were huge towering arrangements in big heavy golden urns filled with flowering cherry blossom branches. Near the doors to the bathrooms was a massive display of absolutely gorgeous white orchids that were the size of dinner plates. Sam had never seen anything like it and he was most certainly going to take a couple home to add to his orchid collection, which Evan would really like. It was all just so amazing, and better than anything Sam could have imagined.

"He is so well behaved, a perfect gentleman and so polite!"

"He had so much fun. He's a bit of a ladies man."

"It was so cute, he wanted to clean up the toys when I told him you were on the way to pick him up."

"He gets that from Evan…who I guess gets it for me. I'm so glad it went well, anytime you want to get together or send her down, we'd love it."

"We're going to come down. I need to see this garden."

"Absolutely." Sam nodded. "And this summer, even if it's just for a weekend, you're coming to Auldbrass. Todd, our property manager, can make some ribs…good lord. Fourth of July, put it in your phone right now!"

"I won't make any other plans!"

"It was great talking to you, excuse me for a second."

The problem with having very famous friends was that less famous friends never really got over it. Anthony was in full on stalking mode about five feet away and his jaw had just hit the floor because he went to South Carolina for the Fourth of July and Sam had just invited someone he might have breakfast with or go swimming with. That was more than his poor gay soul could handle, and nothing ruined a party like a gay gaying out all over the place.

"Take a walk with me." Sam said as he took his arm. "Come on."

"Yonce."

"Don't call her that!"

"Oh, my God, what if she instagrams a picture of us tanning together and everyone thinks I'm her best friend. That'll show all those boys who were mean to me in his school. They don't be calling me Gaywad McDonkeyDick anymore!"

"First of all no one will think she's your best friend because I am her best friend. Beyonce is the only person in the world who understands how difficult my life is and secondly, you are a Mr. Gaywad McDonkeyDick."

"They drew mean pictures. All the girls kept asking me out."

"I'm sorry your huge cock has caused you so much pain."

"And Bruce, amirite?"

"Absolutely. I think I need some air."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, just need some air."

Sam loved parties, but he wasn't as effortless at them as Dean was. Dean could walk into any situation and instantly be the most charming man in the room. It was so easy for him, but Sam could usually go about a half hour before he needed a break. No one was making him nervous since he really only had invited good friends, but it was a lot of people in a small space. Anthony didn't seem to mind stepping away for a bit and after the waved at Bruce they left the dining room together.

Most people would never be allowed in the kitchen of such a fine restaurant, but Sam was most certainly not most people. He followed Anthony through the doors, across the kitchen, and then through one more door to a set of stairs. Sam wasn't entirely sure where they were going, but a couple of the people in the kitchen nodded at him so he assumed it was okay. After a short climb up the stairs Anthony opened another door and immediately propped it open with a block of wood.

The stairs had led to the roof and one of the most beautiful views Sam had ever seen in the city. It was still freezing out and there was a steady storm of light and fluffy snow coming down, but it was so nice to be away from everyone else and to hear the sounds of the busy city. Even the sirens and honking horns sounded nice, but Sam enjoyed the sound of the shuffle most of all. He could hear people walk, talking, and laughing all around the building and it was extremely comforting.

"How'd you know how to get up here?"

"I got here early and asked." Anthony said. "In case you wanted to get away."

"Wow, you looking to get your job back because we got a hot black chick to replace you."

"Like a girl could do for you what I did."

"She never gropes me."

"Typical lazy woman."

"Hey, did you see Dean before we came up here?"

"I saw him a few minutes ago. He said he had to pee really bad but he was waiting until Jensen had to go so they could go together."

"Why can't they just look at each others dicks without peeing like normal friends?"

"Who knows?" Anthony said before grabbing for Sam's belt. "Who's got a pretty dick? Who wants a kiss?"

"Hey, get out of there."

Normally Sam would have totally let Anthony look at his wiener and then done the same in return but it was too cold. Anthony put up a fight for a few seconds, but he stopped when Sam spun him around and gave him a big bear hug from the back. He probably thought he was going to get butt fucked or at least dry humped a little, but whatever the reason he just kind of sighed and leaned back letting Sam pull his jacket around both of them. He was so much bigger than he was when they first met, but he hadn't gotten any taller so Sam could still rest his chin on the top of his head.

"You've been thinking too much."

"Thinking gives you wrinkles. I don't do that for fear of not being young and sexy."

"You've been thinking." Anthony said again. "Tonight it's ten years of being with him, next month it's ten years since you left him."

Suddenly it wasn't so cold on the rooftop anymore. In fact Sam felt his face flush and he was almost positive he could feel sweat rushing out of his skin. He felt full blown panic radiating out of his chest and his heart started to beat a little faster. Instead of letting it all in Sam took a deep breath, gripped Anthony a little tighter, and then exhaled deeply. When he drew in his next frigid breath he felt a little better and even better with the one after that.

Every year between their anniversary and Dean's birthday, Sam dealt with something he always kept to himself. He never let his mood change, he never treated the kids any differently and he certainly never said anything to Dean. It was, or rather it had been, his own private struggle. Somehow Anthony just knew, he knew how Sam was never going to be able to really enjoy their anniversary when he knew what other anniversary was coming up.

"I keep thinking it'll get better…I guess it does, but then I just wait and wait for the end of January."

"Talk to him about it." Anthony said before turning around. "You two talk about everything."

"I can't. I can't talk to him about how the pets aren't going to live forever or how all our kids are at some point going to have their hearts broken. Mikey will eventually just call us "Dad", some day his little girl is going to meet a boy and decide to sleep with him and dad won't always be next door. There's stuff you don't talk about with him."

"I got stuff too."

"Like what?"

"Eventually Charlie is going to ask where his mommy is and we're going to have to make a decision about what we tell him. Can't talk to Bruce about it because I think he's actually reached a point in his Brooke denial that he thinks Charlie really came from a stork."

"See, you stay strong, that's how it is sometimes. There's stuff they don't talk about with us, doesn't mean we don't have a strong relationship, we just know what's off limits."

"Bruce says butt stuff is off limits on taco night."

"I thought I told you to never listen to Bruce."

"I don't, usually."

Sam knew lots of stuff was off limits besides butt stuff and he accepted it. Anthony may not have had anything big yet with Bruce but again, ten years was a long time. When you added all the crap Sam had been through with Dean in those ten years it was completely understandable that there was so stuff they simply didn't talk about. If push came to shove and they had to talk about it of course they could, but Sam liked to keep his pushing and shoving in the bedroom where it belonged.

"I knew it! Get away from him you sex pre-vert!"

Sam smiled to himself and then turned around to see Dean bustling towards them like his stubby little legs were on fire. For a second Sam thought about hugging Anthony tighter, but instead he just shoved him away and tried to act innocent, which he totally was. Dean wasn't buying it though because he was a pretty smart guy, and he very quickly put two and two together to get five.

"You want to husband swap!"

"We can do that?" Anthony asked. "Awesome!"

"You want to steal Sammy and you want me to do gross, weird, obscene things to Bruce! Puttin' weird stuff in his butt and taking pictures and videos while I pull them out."

"What kind of weird stuff?" Sam asked. "Weirder than that dolphin thing you put in my butt the other day in the shower."

"Much weirder." Dean whispered as he squinted his eyes. "German weird."

"Das boot." Anthony grinned. "Anyway, my nips are icing over. Sam just told me he was totally going to blow you right out here in the snow."

"Really!"

"You want me to kneel on a rooftop?" Sam asked. "Seriously? In this suit?"

For the record Sam would have blown Dean while standing on top of the Pope's head, if he was dressed for it. It was bad enough his suit had gotten slightly mussed during the brutal butt fucking that happened earlier. Dean was going to get his eventually, but he did seem awfully upset it wasn't happening outside in the snow. He was practically pouting and it just got worse once Anthony left and then were alone.

"Please, Sammy!"

"No! Later."

"Handy J?"

"What am I? A sixteen year old girl? Or mom?"

"Why does mom gives so many hand jobs?"

"The better question is why dad tells us every time she gives him one."

"It's unnatural not to blow someone when the opportunity presents itself."

"Women." Sam sighed. "You having fun, baby?"

Dean nodded enthusiastically and then went into a full five minute detailed list of why he was having such a great time. Honestly, Sam had been a little apprehensive about throwing a party with their friends instead of having a night out alone, but he knew Dean would like seeing everyone. They had of course just seen everyone for Ollie's party, but it was different when it was all adults and there were some very adult beverages being served. Dean even seemed just a teensy bit tipsy, which was fine with Sam because neither of them had to drive.

"So it's a super fun party."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

"I was." Dean said. "When you were there. What are you doing up here?"

"Just getting some air. Enjoying the view."

"It is nice."

"Did Jensen let you see his cock?"

"No." Dean sighed. "Sammy, he's going to be a problem."

"You have like eight pictures of it on your phone, and I know you have a video, I saw it."

"No, not that. I was trying to talk him into going to pee with me and he was barely paying attention to me."

"What?" Sam asked. "He was uninterested in seeing your cock? Doesn't he have pictures and a video?"

"Of course he does, he's by BFFL He was telling me about how even if they don't start the movie next month they can still finish it in time to have it out for October."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm like ninety percent sure he's going to try and push back production so he can spend another month at home with the babies."

Sam took a deep breath and then sighed very loudly. He loved Jensen, he was a good guy and a great friend, but no one, not even those two babies were going to screw up Sam's movie. Everything was set for the second week in January and they were working on an extremely tight schedule. Things were already so rushed that it seemed impossible to get a movie completely done in barely over ten months, but Sam kept hearing it could be done as long as everything stayed on schedule.

Jensen had first lobbied to move the release date of the movie an entire year, which Sam just laughed at, then he wanted six months so it could come out during the summer. Sam wasn't entertaining any thoughts of moving the release date because he had promised the movie would be out at the end of October, just like the first one. He owed it to his fans, and whether he thought so or not, so did Jensen. To try and get out of something you had already agreed to do was completely unprofessional and Sam wasn't going to stand for it.

"You need to get him in check, Dean."

"Why me?"

"Because he listens to you. The people waiting to see that movie have made all of us very rich and I'm not letting them down because he wants to stay home and play super daddy."

"Sammy, they just had the babies."

"And they're filming the whole movie here. They'll both make it home at the end of the day. It's not like they're filming in Canada. How ridiculous would that be?"

"So ridic."

"We'll talk to him about it later. I don't want to deal with any business tonight."

"That, Sammy, is an excellent plan."

The problem with plans were that they didn't always work out, especially if everyone wasn't in on them. Sam wasn't going to talk business, Dean rarely ever wanted to talk business, but Larry was pretty much all business all the time. Sam appreciated it because he paid him a lot of money, but Larry never really took time off, even at a party. It was amazing that he had managed to wait a whole two hours before cornering Sam, which he did as soon as they walked back into the big busy dining room.

"I need to talk to you."

"Monday." Sam said quickly. "Or God, even tomorrow, not tonight."

"Tonight." Larry said as he tapped his watch. "It'll take five minutes and you're going to want to hear..."

"There's absolutely nothing I want to hear tonight, except for my husbands guttural growls as I splatter paint his insides."

"In the butt." Dean grinned. "It's pretty good."

"So, if you'll excuse us." Sam said as he started to walk away. "Thanks for coming, we apprec..."

"Television series."

Sam made it another step before he froze in his tracks and turned back around. Dean actually kept on walking, but Sam grabbed him by his arm to stop him. Though he had never admitted it, Sam sort of dreamed about a television series. He loved seeing his movies get made, but the scope of a television show would allow so much more storytelling to take place. Though the movie was adored far and wide, Sam often thought Supernatural would have worked slightly better as an hour long show, maybe thirteen hour long episodes on a channel that where it could get as dark and violent as the book was.

"Go on."

"Five years, HBO, sixty minutes, Sunday nights, Sam Winchester's The Futurists."

"Oooh." Dean whispered. "Your fancy book."

"You already sold the film rights."

"To a company that realized they'd need to break it into three movies and they'd still be missing huge chunks of the story. This could be your True Blood."

"Ewww! Take that back or you're fired!"

"Okay, okay." Larry said as he held up his hands. "This could be your Game of Thrones."

"Or..." Dean started. "Sex and The City. Those old broads sure did love the cock."

Sam narrowed his eyes at Larry and nodded very seriously. He didn't give a yes or no answer because it was something he'd have to think about, but it did seem like an excellent idea. On Monday Sam was gladly going to sit down and hear all the details, but his business was done for the night and he intended on having some more food, a few drinks, and spending a lot of quality time with Dean and their friends.

It had been a long time since Dean had seen 3am without a bottle in sight. Buster was particularly fond of waking up in the middle of the night, having exactly one third of his bottle and then going back to sleep for the next five hours or so. Dean didn't mind because he loved his sweet baby boy, but it sure was nice to have a night off. Buster was probably sticking to his schedule, which meant John was in Westport warming a bottle and gently rocking Buster at the kitchen table probably while telling him stories and reassuring him his daddies were going to be home in just a few hours.

After the party there was a small intimate party for two in the very lush hotel suite. Things had started out all sweet and tender, but it took about five minutes for Sam's inner freak to come out and just a minute after that Dean had him pinned against the bedroom wall while he whispered very dirty things into the back of his neck. It was fun, and Dean enjoyed fucking instead of getting fucked, but it also reminded him how exhausting it was to fuck Sam the way he deserved. You'd never guess it from looking at him, but Sam was insatiable when he was bottoming, he wanted it harder, and faster, and rougher and Dean could always deliver, but it was a job and a half, one that left him famished.

"Order some food for us."

"You read my mind, Sammy." Dean said as he sat up in bed. "What are you doing over there?"

"Recuperating."

The master bedroom of the suite they were in had several large windows across from the bed, each with a wide sill. Sam was sitting naked in the middle one staring out at the city that was illuminated by the gigantic full moon. The pale light filtering in through the window was casting shadows across his stomach and chest and making the very fine patina of sweat covering his skin sparkle. He had one leg sort of pulled up so Dean couldn't even see his magnificent cock, but he still thought Sam had never looked quite so sexy. Knowing he had just been fucked like an animal wasn't hurting anything either. Dean loved knowing he was still inside of Sam and that he always would be.

After reaching across the bed to grab the phone Dean caught a strange look in Sam's eye. Normally after sex, particularly great sex, Sam would enter an almost meditative state where he sort of looked high off his ass. It was dopey and cute and Dean was a sucker for thinking he had fucked baby brother stupid, but something was different. He didn't look sad exactly or really pensive, but there were elements of both in his eyes. Dean was sure he missed the kids and Sam hated to see a great party end, but ten years had taught him a lot and he always knew when there was something else.

"Yes, Mr. Winchester, how may I assist you?"

"Hi." Dean said into the phone. "Can we get a couple of burgers, medium with bleu cheese, medium rare was sharp cheddar extra onions, and can you make some spicy mayo and put it on the side?"

"Absolutely, sir."

"Um, french fries and I guess..."

"Ice cream." Sam whispered. "Get some ice cream."

"And a big banana split for my handsome husband."

"Very good, sir, anything else?"

"Send up a couple of beers. Thank you so much."

"Our pleasure, sir. We'll be there momentarily."

Dean chuckled to himself and then hung the phone up because he knew that in the next thirty seconds the burgers were going to be on the grill. He was sort of in a champagne mood, but beer seemed a little more appropriate with the burgers and fries. It was obviously a perfect choice because Sam seemed to perk up a little, but then honestly who wouldn't? Hot sex, good food you could eat in bed, it was pretty much the American dream, or maybe that was just Dean's American dream.

"What's wrong with you, Sammy?" Dean asked. "Come over here."

"I get back in that bed and we're going to be eating cold burgers two hours from now."

"What's wrong?"

"Why do you think something's wrong?"

"Because I've known you your entire life and Anthony is too much of a pussy about the cold to enjoy the view. What were you two talking about?"

"Even after all this time I still can't completely enjoy an anniversary because next month there's another anniversary I have to deal with."

"Me and Jenny."

"I thought so." Sam smiled weakly. "But fuck that, people make mistakes. I'm over it. I have to deal with...I have to deal with knowing I left you."

"Sammy..."

Sam shook his head and then got up from where he was sitting and walked into the bathroom. He didn't close the door behind him so Dean didn't feel the need to rush after him, he just stayed in bed and sighed very loudly. Contrary to popular belief, Dean wasn't stupid. He knew Sam always hit a post holiday lull, but it couldn't be blamed on one thing. The twins got older ever year, Christmas was over for another year, and yeah, that other anniversary was coming up. Dean always thought Sam had more of a problem with the cheating, but he also knew there was a little bit of guilt about leaving as well. Obviously a little bit was more like a lot, which honestly Dean thought was a little ridiculous since Sam hadn't done anything wrong. Still, he was always going to blame himself because it was a lot easier than putting the blame where it belonged, which was on Dean. Married or not Dean was always going to be the big brother hero Sam had always needed. Sam would never let anything tarnish that even if it meant tormenting himself every January.

"I shouldn't have left." Sam said as he emerged from the bathroom in a big fluffy robe. "It was selfish."

"Sammy."

Sam had a second robe with him which he tossed at the end of the bed. Dean was more than comfortable walking around naked, but he still quickly pulled on the robe and knotted it around his waist before roughly grabbing Sam by the shoulder and yanking him across the room. They were face to face with the thick scent of sweat, sex, and luxury cologne between them. It was intoxicating, but Dean ignored it because if he hadn't he was going to rip Sam's robe open, spin him around and plant his face directly in his ass.

"You want me to call you a whore when we fuck, that's cool. Want me to, and I'm directly quoting you here "Tear this cunt up" or "Fuck you like you own me" I'm down with it. Slap you around, choke you a little, spit in your mouth and tell you I've wanted to do it since you were sixteen, hell, that sounds like a fun night. But I refuse to let you feel bad about something that wasn't your fault."

"I left you, Dean."

"Well, shit happens. I was a grown ass man and yes, things got bad for a while, but we're both still here. It's been ten years. I screwed up, you screwed up, we both screwed up together, but right now? We're fucking perfect and you need to deal with that."

"Are you tough loving me right now?"

"Sure as shit seems that way. I bet Beyonce doesn't have to deal with stuff like this."

"I'm Beyonce."

"You're Michelle Williams." Dean said as he tried to flip his hair. "I'm Beyonce."

Dean actually got a little half smile and then a full on smirk out of Sam, which was very nice to see. If Dean had learned anything in his life it was that not dealing with shit only made every problem worse. Dean cheated, Sam left, John accidentally slept with a teenager and knocked her up with some weirdo demon seed twins, shit happened, but it happened for a reason. Every moment in their lives had led them to where they had ended up. Dean considered himself the luckiest man in the world with Sam in a very close second and that wasn't half bad.

"Don't repeat nasty stuff." Sam muttered under his breath. "It's embarrassing."

"Embarrassing?" Dean asked. "So you didn't want me to fuck you like I own you?"

"I said fuck me like you paid for it. There's a difference."

"Well, I did both. Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Sam smiled. "You're right. We...everyone screws up. We can't change what happened."

"And you shouldn't want to, Sammy. We have an amazing life, more money than Jesus, seven great kids, also there's Milo."

"My ginger baby!"

"That's something we should worry about changing. Should have left his ass at that fire station."

"What an awful thing to say!"

"Really? Then I'm extra glad I didn't say we should have shaken him more often when he was younger."

"I think we shook him too much."

"Explains a lot. Food's going to be here in a minute. Put some socks on, you look like a cheap whore."

"We got a minute. Clean up your mess."

"What mess are...hey!"

Before Dean could protest, not that he would have, Sam roughly shoved him to his knees and then turned to face the wall. When the robe his the ground Dean was greeted with something far more delicious than the best burger in the city, something he enjoyed immensely for the next ten minutes. It was almost impossible to tear himself away, but when a knock came at the door Sam was spic and span and Dean had a raging erection was only slightly obscene. His cock was actually sticking out through the opening in the robe, but he managed to adjust himself enough to answer the door to the suite.

"Awesome. This is going to be the second best thing I've eaten tonight."

"Oh." The server said before turning bright red. "Uh..."

"We ate at Nobu."

"Oh! Mr. Winchester, I'm so sorry, I..."

"Then I tore that ass up." Dean whispered with a wink. "Been tearing it up for ten years straight. Yeah, you know what's up."

"Dean." Sam said as he walked out of the bedroom. "Really? I apologize, he assumes everyone he meets is gay."

"Oh, I am. Mr. Winchester, it's an honor."

"It's very nice to meet you." Sam said as he extended his hand. "Sam, please."

"I wouldn't if I were you...you don't know where that hand's been."

The adorable little gay server looked vaguely nervous, but he shook Sam's hand anyway, and then offered his own hand to Dean. If there was one thing Dean was a sucker for it was cute little gay yougins, so he shook it firmly, posed for a three person selfie, and then left a very, very generous tip for their new friend. Without even trying they had just made someone's night and that made Dean feel very good about himself.

"So cute." Sam said as he opened the trays of food. "I bet he gets mad dick."

"How old do you think he was?"

"Twentyish? Don't get any ideas, I've got one load left in me and I'm not sharing it."

"No, not that." Dean laughed. "I...wait, one left?"

"I know you're gonna be DTF after eating."

"That's true. It's just hard to believe that we used to be that young."

"We're still young."

"Not that young, he was a baby, we have a kid his age."

"You're talking like we had Michael twenty years ago." Sam laughed. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, it's just that kid has his whole life ahead of him, ten years ago you were pretty much the same age and look where we are now. What's left for us to do?"

"Oh, there's plenty left for us to do. I have big plans."

"Care to elaborate?"

When Sam sighed dreamily, Dean knew he was in for the long haul. In order to prepare himself he took the lid off the giant metal tray to inspect his burger. It was positively massive and a lot more than he was going to be able to eat at 3am, but he could always take the rest home and then him and Ollie could sneak out into the garage and split the rest. Sam's burger was just as big and as expected it smelled like old ass and feet from the cheese. The fries were plentiful and cooked to perfection and the banana split was ridiculously over the top with enough banana to feed the monkeys at the zoo. Sam went right for one of the cherries and sucked it clean, which was his specialty.

"I want to do the cover of Vogue again, but by myself, not with that has been cum bucket that was there last time."

"That was me!"

"Well...this is awkward....Anyway, I want to live blog our Christmas party."

"We're having a Christmas party?"

"Yeah, we'll get someone to film all the prep before hand. Probably Martha's people. I want to be more accessible."

"Like show us decorating the tree?"

"Exactly, maybe show you making your vases."

"You told me to make plates! I made like three hundred of them!"

"I thought we agreed on vases."

"No! Vases would have been so much easier than giving everyone we know a set of eight plates!"

"Baby, I'm joking, I know we're doing plates."

"Oh, Jesus!" Dean yelled. "I almost had the anxieties!"

"I'm sorry. So, yeah, I want to do lots of things next year too. Really be involved in the movie, see where this television show goes, take grandpa lessons for when Michael and Alex have the baby."

"Anything else?"

"No." Sam said as he looked up. "Unless there's something else you want to do next year or maybe the year after that...once Buster's a little older."

"There is not." Dean said flatly. "Not next year or the year after that and God willing Buster won't get much older."

"So, then we're really done having..."

"Let me get a bite of that stank burger."

Dean leaned across the table and took the biggest burger bite of his life. He pretty much got half of it in his mouth before he sat back down and spent what seemed like the next fourteen minutes chewing, then mashing, and finally completely liquefying the food. Even though his natural instinct was to swallow he just kind of kept chewing nothing while Sam just started at him and then sighed yet again.

In a perfect world where women all had perfect pregnancies and only perfect and perfectly healthy babies were born Dean would have had another on the way with at least ten more planned. They had enough money to just keep making the house bigger and everyone was always going to have everything they needed. Dean wouldn't have stopped at ten or fifteen kids, he'd keep having them until he felt like he only had twenty or so years left, at which point he would stop, assure everyone made it to adulthood, and then finally lay down and die.

The world, however, was far from perfect. Women sometimes lost everything because they wanted to have babies. Babies were born sick and some weren't born at all. Jenny was never going to have another baby because of what had happened to her, and a miracle was the only reason Buster was at home instead of still in a hospital. Dean loved his kids, he would have loved to have even more of them, but the price was a little too steep, even for him.

"I'm sorry, Dean."

"Nothing to be sorry about." Dean said after he swallowed. "I just can't...I won't go through it again."

"I understand. I guess when we have nights like this just the two of us together it makes me want...more."

"I know, Sammy."

"How about a compromise?"

"These never end well for me."

"Ten years." Sam said as he raised his beer. "Ten years from tonight if we both want another kid we adopt someone who needs us."

"You plan on us being together another ten years?"

"You keep complaining about my shoe collection and we might not last another ten minutes."

"There are so many shoes, Sammy!"

"Shut it! Do we have a deal?"

Just to make a completely fair decision Dean raised his own beer but took a moment to pause before clinking with Sam, who was impatiently waiting. In ten more years Dean was going to be on the wrong side of forty, but if John was any indication he'd be the sexiest brother fucker in the world and as long as you felt and looked sexy you were always young. Mikey would be in college, Michael would, if he had his way, have seven or eight kids of his own, and little tiny baby buster would be ten years old and almost a big boy.

When the grandkids started coming in Dean wasn't sure he'd want to start all over with a baby, but odds were against them adopting a newborn. If they were going to do it they were going to adopt an older child, since everyone wanted babies. The kid would probably not be white, which Dean didn't really care about and he was pretty sure that given the choice he'd want a girl. For the briefest moment he saw the most adorable little girl, who looked nothing like him or Sam, but she was part of the family anyway. In ten years, depending on where life took them, Dean thought he'd be very proud for that little girl to call him dad, so he clinked, but he was totally going to do that anyway.

"We have a deal."

"On second thought." Sam said before clearing his throat. "Let's shy away from calling it a deal with a ten year time limit."

"Probably a good idea. We have an understanding." Dean said before clinking again. "Ten years and we'll see where we are."

"I'm so excited about having another baby!"

"Sammy!"

"What?"

"We'll talk about it in ten years." Dean laughed. "And you know it's not going to be a baby."

"We could just take Max." Sam whispered. "Little Latino baby, so fat and cute."

"Fine, in ten years we'll steal Max from Aaron."

"Anthony told me that Aaron got that Mexican baby because he's jealous of Charlie."

"Sammy, Anthony's an idiot."

"Well, that's true. Hey, let's finish eating and then we'll see about getting freaky with that banana split."

"Can I..."

"Yes, you can eat it off or out of my butt."

"Yay! You're letting me be myself!"

Dean clapped like a brain damaged seal and then really focused on his food. He was recharging quickly and all the baby talk had put Sam in the mood for some good loving, which it always did. It was going to be a fun rest of the night and then a quick nap, brunch somewhere and finally back home to the kids and that sweet cinnamon swirl baby boy. Dean couldn't wait to get home and tell the kids all about the party and how nice the suite was, but he had already decided to leave off the part about how many maraschino cherries Sam could fit in his ass.