This was really awesome, beautiful writing!!!!!!!! A damn piece of art!
Thank you so much for posting this. I liked every word, but I loved this passage best:
Dean's hand on his shoulder, though, Dean's mouth on his - these were the old ways, the anchors he'd been missing since before Stanford and Jessica, and it didn't matter why Dean had chosen to bring them up again after all this time; Sam didn't care. Dean was kissing him, and he tasted the way he had at twenty-two when his eyes still shone with the fervour of the naif, and it slotted all the pieces of Sam back into place as nothing else could have done. So many Sams inside him - the part that had been soulless, the part that had been in Hell - but what Dean's mouth gave back to him was a Sam he'd been missing already for years before any of the recent fragmentation; the Sam who'd been shorter than Dean, once; who'd hugged his brother for something as simple as fireworks instead of waiting on a resurrection. Sam didn't realise until he felt him, that old, adoring, innocent part of himself swelling in his chest, how much he'd missed him.
The following love-making was amazing...intense, tender, fucking gorgeous...I'm outta words...
Love it, adore your writing skills!