a/n: Wincest. a short poem or story or watever. of this brotherly love.
Dean stumbled to his motel room. He knew his brother sammy was asleep by now.
He quietly walked in and shut the door. Sam was fast asleep.
Dean sat on his bed and watched his lil brother sleep.
Lately every time he was around Sam, his stomach would do backflips.
He knew he was in love with him but he just didnt know what to do.
He wanted sam so badly, but he didnt know how to go about doing just that.
Suddenly he heard his brother say somthing.
"Dean..." he mummbled.
Dean heart stopped for a momment.
He loved him. He was so afriad of what Sam would think and say about it.
So he kept it a secret. He never told anyone and it was eating at him.
He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it. He looked once more at Sam
Sam looked like angel when he was sleep. Hell, he always looked like an angel
Dean got up and went over to his sleeping brother. He gave him a kiss on the lips,
and went back to his own bed and passed out.
a/n: if you want me to write more then ill need sum1 to help me i have been cursed with no plot making skills
i am waiting for a visit from the plot bunnies.