Warnings: incest, dubcon, unrequited

Starving

„Give me your hand, Dean. I feel like I'm starving", Sam said, his words needy and desperate, as he grabbed Dean's offered hand and breathed in deeply, his nose pressing against hot skin.

"You've gotta stop, Sam, please. This isn't you", but Dean's resistance was too weak to actually push Sam away, who was now pressing his whole, giant body against Dean, making him stumble backwards.

Sam was getting more aggressive. He buried his face in Dean's hair, gripped the strands so tight that it hurt, inhaled, moved down to his neck, his breath quickened.

"Don't make me stop, Dean. I need this. Need you so much. Please", Sam said in a raspy voice, filled with arousal from Dean's addictive scent.

Dean got shaky, could hardly find his breath, as if Sam was stealing it from him with each greedy inhale. Dean could hear the panicky voice in his mind, yelling at him to make this stop, for Sam but mostly for his own sake.

"Stop. It's just the curse talking", Dean whispered weakly, closing his eyes to not have to see the way Sam devoured his body like he owned it.

"We'll find the cure", he stuttered, his voice breaking, "you'll be fine, Sammy, don't worry."

Sam hesitated, his hands stilled on Dean's face, his touch so gentle all of a sudden.

"Dean" Sam's voice sounded young, helpless, vulnerable. Dean responded immediately, opened his eyes and looked right into his little brother's eyes. It was his downfall.

Sam's eyes were pleading, filled with unshed, desperate tears.

"I need you", he murmured, his lips so close, it didn't take much to close the distance. The kiss didn't last longer than a couple of seconds, so sweet it made Dean feel like he was starving himself.

Dean nodded.

"Okay, Sammy"

He had been starving for what felt like forever and he wasn't strong enough to win this battle.


The air was heavy with silence.

The same begging words repeated themselves in Dean's head, over and over again.

So far Sam hadn't looked at him once. He was the one who broke the silence eventually.

"I'm so sorry, Dean…"

His voice broke. Sam buried his face in his hands, unable to look at Dean.

Dean closed his eyes, no words leaving his mouth.

don't regret it, don't regret it, don't…

"It's okay Sam. Wasn't your fault."

It was mine.