Wincest- Reading Reality

Disclaimer- Don't own... never did... *sighs dramatically* What a shame that is. *smirks*

Warnings- Wincest/Incest/Yaoi... Mentions of Chuck and his books, I guess.

Summary- Sam finds one of Chuck's newest books and decides to read through it.

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Sam smiled softly as he looked through the library, carding through each book he found, and he stopped at a book that he thought he'd never find there.
It was Chuck's latest book, about him and Dean.

Sam pulled it out and sat on a near-by stool, reading through the book.

It was like reading reality. But at the same time, it was… well, living what happened in the past all over again.


"Sam!" Dean cried out into the pitch black forest and he looked around frantically. Their latest hunt had been a werewolf that had been hiding out in the forest where Dean was currently running around in.

He successfully killed the creature but now he couldn't find Sam, his Sammy. Where the hell is he? Dean thought as he continued to run through the darkened mess of bushes and tree roots, trying not to trip in his haste to find his brother.

"Sammy!" He called out again and nearly sighed with relief when he heard a small whimper coming from his right and he found Sam leaning against a tree, bloodied and barely conscious. "Sam, oh my god, Sam!" Dean immediately knelt beside his baby brother and looked him over. "Sam, come on, stay with me."

After saying that, Dean looked around to try and determine where they were and he turned back to Sam when he heard the sound of a car passing by the forest, which meant they were near a highway.

Wasting no time at all, Dean picked up Sam, despite how heavy his younger brother was, and proceeded to walk in the direction of the highway, desperate to find help.


Sam chuckled, blushing slightly. He didn't remember much of that… everything had been fuzzy after the fight with the werewolf, but he did remember being carried by Dean and he did remember hearing the whispers and promises that everything was going to be okay.

And everything did turn out okay.

Sam flipped to another page and started reading there.


Dean slammed the door shut when he walked into the motel room and he stalked into the room.

His brother was okay, he was okay, and everything was fine. But that didn't stop Dean from being pissed at Sam for what happened.

"Sam!" He snapped and his younger brother looked up at him from his bed. "What the hell were you thinking?" Sam looked confused for a moment, until Dean started talking again. "You don't take on a fucking werewolf by yourself! Sam, you call for help! That thing could've killed you!"

"But it didn't…" Sam frowned, his voice soft and Dean growled out in frustration.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?" He questioned suddenly and Sam sat up slightly, wincing when he did. "I had to wait five fucking hours for the damn doctors to even tell me if you were okay or not, for them to tell me if you were going to live…!"

"I'm sorry, Dean." That was all Sam found he could say at the moment, and he looked down, that little look on his face that said 'I'm sorry I'm such a burden to you, Dean'. That one look had Dean stopping in his tracks and he shook his head.

"Oh no you don't, not today Sammy." Dean sat down on the bed. "You are not to blame yourself for what happened. No, not going to happen. You hear me?" Sam looked up, still frowning. And Dean sighed. "Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you. I was just… worried. I thought… I thought you were going to die… Hell, I thought you did die. Sammy, I don't know what I would do if you died."

"But I'm still here…" Sam said in a small defeated tone, not knowing what to do or say at the moment and Dean smiled.

"I know," he leaned in and kissed his baby brother, "I'm just saying… don't ever do that again." And then he smirked when Sam nodded. "Because if you ever die, I'm going to drag you back from hell and kill you myself, you hear?" Sam couldn't help but laugh at that and they kissed again."


Sam smiled softly as he recalled that conversation. He had been so lost, trying to figure out what Dean was saying and what he meant and well… Chuck was right; he did blame himself for what happened, still does. He was stupid and he fought the werewolf head on and he caused Dean more trouble and he worried him and Sam felt like a burden to him.

Sam flipped to another page and continued reading on, tears in his eyes as he remembered what happened there.


"Two beers, please," Dean smirked at a waitress who came over to them when they sat on the stools in the bar they entered.

"Coming right up," the waitress winked at Dean and walked over, Sam huffing out as he glared at her.

"Sammy, Sam, Sam…" Dean shook his head lightly, now smirking at his brother who was looking away; blushing slightly. "Don't you know that jealousy does not suit you?" Dean hummed to his self and the waitress came back, placing the beers in front of them.

"I'm not jealous…" Sam said bitterly, taking a swig of his beer and he swirled the liquid inside the bottle. Dean raised an eyebrow at him, smirking still and he took a drink of his own beer. "Okay, maybe I was, but… I can't help it."

"Sammy, you know no matter what that I will never go for another but you." Dean smiled at his younger brother and Sam glanced to his side, before smiling once more.

"I know." Sam said softly, gulping down his beer, before reaching over and kissing his brother.

Dean grinned, downing his beer and he grabbed Sam, standing up and walking out of the bar.

Getting into the car, they drove back to the hotel, and they piled into the room.


"Hey, little brother, what are you doing here?" Sam, blushing hotly, closed the book sharply before putting it away.

"Nothing." Sam said quickly, standing up.

"Uh huh, sure. What was that you were reading?" Dean smirked, peering over to the shelf where Sam put the book away and his smirk widened. "That Chuck's newest book?" Sam's blushed deepened and Dean laughed. "Hm, can't get enough of our everyday lives, can you?" He asked.

"I didn't… I mean… I wasn't…" Sam stuttered out and Dean shook his head before wrapping an arm around his younger brother.

"I know Sammy, I do." He chuckled. "But come on, we're done here. We have to get going."

"Okay," he smiled before adding something. "Hey, Dean?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"Love you, too, Sammy."


A/N- R&R! I'd love to hear what you think. *grins* Think I should put a lemon or at least a lime in here? Let me know.