Title: Falling for you.

Chapter: 1/3

Author: SNfan3&Zenamydog

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean

Warnings: Wincest

Beta: Wenchpixie

Feedback: Yes Please! Anything constructive is always welcome!

Disclaimer: In our dreams!

Summery: Sam has a vision about a possible future with Dean.

AN: This is my first fic ever and I'd like to thank all of you in advance of reading and reviewing. Feedback will be GREATLY appreciated. Hope you like our fic, and thanks to Zenamydog... without you I never would have started writing and posting. (snfan3)

AN: First time I have ever "CO" written anything. It was a huge learning curve. I so hope you all enjoy it. (Zenamydog)

Sam pinched his nose as he walked behind Dean and up the flight of stairs. He knew what was coming; he just didn't want to acknowledge it.

Talk about timing, he thought to himself. Letting out a sigh, he straightened his shoulders and readied himself for the next flight of stairs. They had been in the run down mansion for about 3 days now. The poltergeist had wreaked havoc on its occupants and Sam and Dean were there to cleanse the house. Just like they had done in Lawrence.

"Dean" Sam called out, as he tried to squint against the growing pain in his head.

Dean turned and saw the ashen look on his brother's face.

Sam heard his brother pause on the stairs above, but black spots were already filling his vision and he knew Dean was too far away to help.

Before Dean could reach his brother, he watched helplessly, as Sam tumbled down the two flights of stairs they had just climbed. "Shit! Sammy!"

Dean launched himself back down the stairs, chasing after his brother who now lay crumpled like a rag doll in the foyer of this once grand mansion.

"Sammy" Dean said, as he knelt beside his brother

Sam let out a pained groan, and Dean relaxed slightly. Giving his brother a quick once over, he gently reached out to help Sam up. "Come on bro, let's get out of here."

oooOooo

Dean drove frantically towards the hotel, the sight of his little brother doubled over in pain, made him want to retch. He knew he wasn't injured seriously, but that wasn't the point.

"Hang on Sammy, we're almost there" Dean said, glancing at his brother again.

Sam did little more than grunt to acknowledge him before Dean turned worried eyes back to road he was currently speeding down.

Dean screeched the impala to a halt. Grabbing the keys, he was at Sam's side before his door had even closed properly. "Let's get you inside" he said softly. Noticing how shallow his brother's breaths had become.

Sam was clutching at his side, and Dean wondered if maybe he had broken a rib or two.

Helping his brother to the nearest bed, he quickly scanned him for possible injuries.

"God!" Sam finally spoke; pain evident in his voice.

"What happened?" Dean asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"It's my side" Sam panted.

Dean noticed the deflection, but sat down and tugged at Sam's shirt anyhow, indicating he wanted a better look.

Sam peeled off his shirt gingerly. "It's...Jesus!..." Sam scrunched his eyes closed as Dean pressed lightly on his ribs...whatever he was about to say being lost in the wave of pain of pain which swept his body.

Dean hissed sympathetically. "Sorry Sammy, but I have to check it out" he murmured as he continued his gentle probing of the area, checking for any movement in Sam's ribs, while Sam continued to lay still, concentrating on his breathing

Dean's suspicion about the broken rib seemed correct, and he eyed Sam curiously.

"So what made you fall Sammy?" he asked again as he began firmly wrapping Sam's ribs.

Sammy looked at his brother but refused to make real eye contact, and Dean knew straight away he was keeping something from him.

"Sammy?" Dean eyed his brother suspiciously

"Was it a vision?" He asked outright, giving his brother his I'm your big brother and you will tell me look.

Sam pinched his nose at the residual headache; he wasn't sure if he could, or even wanted to remember.

"I'm not sure Dean, it's a bit vague" he sighed, knowing that not answering at all would only end up with Dean getting angry and hoping that his answer would hold off his brother's interrogation for the time being.

"Don't give me that Sam!" Dean said, sure his brother was holding back.

Sam winced. 'or not' he thought ruefully. He wasn't sure if it was his ribs, or the tone in his brother's voice or maybe the migraine level headache he was still suffering, but either way he most definitely didn't like what his brother was implying.

oooOooo

Pressure built in his head to an alarming level, the dancing spots in his vision surged around rapidly quilting together to forming a complete blank.

Sam was vaguely aware of his knees giving out before he was dragged painfully into another world of flickering images and sounds.

Passion. Love. Heat… emotions barreled into his brain faster than he could make sense of them. This wasn't anything like any of his other visions….

He continued to fall through the swirling haze as images began to slam through his mind. Sharp and painful, yet somehow familiar.

oooOooo

Sam gasped as Dean's voice drew him back from his memory. He was greeted with hazel eyes once again filled with concern.

"I wasn't lying Dean. This vision was different somehow - it was more..." he trailed off with a shrug and a slight flush to his cheeks, his eyes suddenly fixed firmly away from Dean.

"More what?" Dean asked, moving to sit beside his brother.

Sam turned and shifted his eyes to the faded comforter he now lay on, uncertain of how to explain the emotions the vision had presented to him.

Dean reached out and gently ran a hand down Sam's cheek. "Hey Sammy, come on little bro... what is it?"

Sam flinched slightly as Dean's touch sent a spark of electricity and recognition through his mind causing Dean to draw back in hesitation

"What is it bro? What do you remember?"

Sam's eyes flicked up to his brother's as Dean watched an almost comical look of surprise filter into Sam delicate features

"Sammy?"

Sam began blushing furiously as his eyes suddenly widened

"Jesus Sammy... what? What is it? What's wrong?"

"You... you were on top of me" he stuttered.

"What do you mean, on top of you? Dean asked. Not really sure if he wanted to know.

Sam rose from the bed with a grunt. Temporarily forgetting about his ribs. Gently swaying, he paused as the room spun briefly before righting itself.

I don't know Dean." Sam hesitated. "I... You seemed to be..." he felt unsteady again, and Dean moved to help him back to the bed.

"Oh." Sam flushed again as the sensations of the vision finally clicked into place.

"I seemed to be what?" Dean questioned

Sam hesitated... "Well...umm..."

"I seemed to be what" Dean pushed; sitting down beside his brother again.

Sam avoided looking at his brother. "I...I think you were kissing me"

Dean shot up from the bed, like a fire had been lit under him. "What?" he almost screeched.

"Dude! You're shitting me right?"

Sam looked up, and his face couldn't have been more serious. Dean saw a flicker of hurt pass behind his eyes before Sam looked away again with a small shrug.

"So what? Like, I'm going to be possessed or something?" Dean asked. Thinking that was the only possible explanation.

Sam shook his head ever so slightly as he continued to stare resolutely at the carpet.

"Well, Jesus Christ Sammy! What the hell is it then! A shape-shifter?" Dean's voice was rising as he struggled to grasp what was going on.

Sam was getting frustrated. He wasn't sure what he saw, and the feelings that rose in him, disturbed him.

Taking in a ragged breath and grimacing as his ribs protested, Sam finally raised his eyes to meet his brother's.

"No, I don't think so" Sam blushed.

Dean huffed out a breath in frustration with his brothers vague answers before swiftly rising to retrieve some pain killers for Sam.

"Here, take these" Dean murmured as he passed the pills to Sam and returned to his seat on the bed.

Seeing how ragged his brother looked, Dean spoke softly "I think you should get some sleep Sam. We can figure this out in the morning."

Sam nodded wearily, feeling strangely disconnected to all that had just happened.

Sam lay down, and Dean couldn't help but fluff the bed a bit. He felt kind of bad for pushing the kid when he had fallen down the stairs only half an hour ago and was obviously still in a lot of pain.

Gently pulling the covers over his brother, Dean gave Sam a quick squeeze on his shoulder before moving to switch off the overhead light. By the time he turned around again, he could see Sam had already drifted off to sleep. His chest rising shallowly and head tipped slightly to the side.

Dean lay down in his own bed, arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling. "Kiss you?" he mused. Was Sam picking up on desires he thought he'd buried long ago?

Forcing himself to unwind, Dean finally relaxed enough to fall into a light sleep.

oooOooo

Sam was pulled from his fitful dreams as a searing burn began to spread across his chest.

His hand flung to his throat as he gasped for air. Wheezing in a painful breath, his eyes flew open searching for the cause of his distress.

"Dean!" Sam gasped, desperately needing his brother's help.

Dean was at his side in seconds. "Whoa Sammy what is it?" His sleep filled brain was instantly in overdrive as he woke to hear Sam struggling to breathe.

Just calm down Sam. Easy." He put hand reassuringly on his brothers' shoulder.

Trying to slow his breathing, Sam eyes filled with fear as he struggled more and more. Each renewed effort serving only to increase his anxiety at not being able to breathe.

Dean quickly pulled Sam into a sitting position and leaned him forward, while at the same time grabbing his knife to cut free the strapping which bound Sam's chest

"God!" Dean cursed himself. He shouldn't have fallen asleep. Sam has a broken rib. Maybe it's done some internal damage. "Shit!"

"It's ok Sammy, It's ok... I'm almost there..." Dean murmured reassurances to him as he made quick work of the tape.

Sam continued to struggle, while his brother's strong arms held him safely in place

"Think we need to get you to a hospital bro. That rib may have nicked your lung or something"

Sam shook his head in defiance. "No! No hospitals" he wheezed as his breathing rate jumped.

"Whoa Sammy, calm down... If you've busted a lung we have to go to the doctor!"

"No, No, No!" Sam chanted in between gasping breaths. "No hospital!"

Dean ran a soothing hand through his brother's hair and shushed him in an attempt to get him to calm down. That's when he noticed the large purple lump on the right side of his brother's head.

Again Dean felt his gut twist. Sam probably had a concussion too, and damn it, he had fallen asleep.

God - could he screw up any more? He wasn't an amateur, he should have known better than this! Dean berated himself silently as he rubbed slow soothing circles on Sam's back, careful to avoid his bruised side.

Sam's breathing slowed, and Dean bought his hand to the side of the young hunter's cheek. "That's it Sammy. Ya doin good."

Sam nodded and leaned back into Dean's touch. Dean couldn't help but melt a little as his brother's warm body fell trustingly into his arms.

Almost unconsciously, Dean began running his hands up and down Sam's arms. Soothing away the last of his fear and sparking a new sensation as his own body began to respond to the physically intimate moment.

TBC