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A/N: Ok, guys. So basically I gave myself a little challenge like 3-4 months ago to do a series of Wincest fics based off songs. I had my good friend Lalinka give me a list of songs to work from. Now, I'm not working with the original list that she gave me but I did keep quite a few that work and I added a few of my own choices. This is the end result of the first song. I apologise in advance if the story goes away from the song a bit. It kind just got away from me and took on a life of it's own. Oh, anyone following my other story, 'Angel Babies and Nightmares', the next chapter should be up either tomorrow or Monday (Australian time). I just haven't been well enough to get motivated to do anything. Okey dokey. With that said, let's move on!
Songs of Wincest Part 1
Ages: Dean – 20; Sam – 16
Everything Has Changed
- Taylor Swift feat. Ed Sheeran
All I knew this morning when I woke,
Is I know something now (know something now),
I didn't before.
And all I've seen,
Since 18 hours ago,
Is green eyes and freckles and your smile
In the back of my mind making me feel like...
I just want to know you better,
Know you better, know you better now.
I just want to know you better,
Know you better, know you better now.
I just want to know you, know you, know you,.
Cause all I know is we said hello,
And your eyes look like coming home.
All I know is a simple name,
Everything has changed.
All I know is you held the door,
You'll be mine and I'll be yours,
All I know since yesterday,
Is everything has changed.
And all my walls,
Stood tall painted blue,
And I'll take 'em down, take 'em down and
Open up the door for you.
And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies,
The beautiful kind,
Making up for lost time,
Taking flight making me feel like..
I just want to know you better, know you better, know you better now
I just want to know you, know you, know you...
Cause all I know is we said hello,
And your eyes look like coming home.
All I know is a simple name,
Everything has changed.
All I know is you held the door,
You'll be mine and I'll be yours,
All I know since yesterday,
Is everything has changed.
Come back and tell me why,
I'm feeling like I've missed you all this time.
And meet me there tonight,
And let me know that it's not all in my mind.
I just want to know you better, know you better, know you better now
I just want to know you, know you, know you
Cause all I know is we said hello,
And your eyes look like coming home.
All I know is a simple name,
Everything has changed.
All I know is you held the door,
You'll be mine and I'll be yours,
All I know since yesterday is,
Everything has changed.
All I know is we said hello,
So dust off your highest hopes.
All I know is pouring rain,
And everything has changed.
All I know is a new found grace,
All my days I'll know your face,
All I know since yesterday is,
Everything has changed.
Sixteen years. That's how long Dean Winchester has been raising his baby brother. Sixteen whole years…Then everything had changed. It had only taken less than one year for that feeling of brotherly love and protectiveness to change into one of lust and want. It was quite a strange feeling, when you suddenly realise that the one you are meant to be with, your soul mate, has actually been with you your entire life. It's wonderful and different but most of all, it's just a little bit scary. Especially when it's your brother.
Of course, Dean knew that he should feel wrong about it all. Most people would. They'd think it disgusting and criminal. They'd be right too. Dean knew that these thoughts and feelings should've been freaking him out like they would a normal person. But he wasn't normal. Neither of them were. Cause normal people don't grow up learning how to aim for the head or learning to speak fluent Latin to use for exorcisms. They certainly didn't fall in love with their younger siblings. Of course not. But Dean just figured it was just all part of his job description. Sure it probably wasn't what his dad had in mind when he first ordered his oldest son to watch and protect his brother at all costs. However, in Dean's mind, being in love with Sam was just a result of them really only having each other to depend on and trust and also gave Dean even more reason to protect his Sammy. To Dean, being in love with Sammy was normal.
His only problem was telling Sam the truth. Seriously, how do you explain to your fifteen year old brother that you are soul deep in love with him. It wasn't rejection that Dean was afraid of. He could handle that. What he was most afraid of was losing Sam, especially if he didn't feel the same way. Rejection was easy to handle in Dean's mind, as long it didn't involve Sam leaving him for good.
Of course, unknown to Dean, Sam had been having the exact same thoughts about his big brother since he hit puberty. For Sam, though, it was starting to get a bit dicey. Trying to hide his feelings, especially while Dad was around. Sam knew Dad wouldn't be very happy if he knew. He'd be downright pissed. It was definitely getting to be too much whenever Dean came out of the shower in nothing but a flimsy motel towel, with little droplets of water falling down his chest and back, steam billowing out behind him.
Some of these images were currently going in and out through Sam's mind, not that he could really enjoy them as they were fever-induced. They were on a werewolf hunt in Cold Spring, Minnesota when Sam had fallen through some thin ice into frigid water. It hadn't taken John and Dean long to get Sam out of the water but by the time they had gotten back to their motel the fever had already taken hold. As soon as they had gotten Sammy settled and Dean started working on getting the fever down, John left to finish off the hunt, trusting Dean to take care of their youngest.
It was just as well as far as Dean was concerned. As much as he loved his Dad and would do almost anything for him, Dean was really the only one who knew how to properly care for his Sammy. That particular thought made Dean think hard. Did he really know? Didn't caring for Sam mean telling him the truth? Dean finally decided that keeping secrets was too dangerous. Especially in their lives. Secrets and hidden desires can make you distracted. And distractions can get you killed. Dean had always promised to himself that Sam would never die on account of him. So he swore, that after the fever passed and Sammy was better, Dean would tell him everything that he felt.
Right now, Sam was thrashing around on his bed, mumbling incoherently. Dean grabbed his little brother's hand, trying to calm him enough to wipe the sweat off his face.
"Shh, Sammy. I got ya. Big brother's here."
"De…" Sam whimpered. "I..it hurts, De."
Dean was almost choking on unshed tears. The fact that this fever was hurting his Sammy enough to use his old childhood nickname, just about broke his heart into pieces.
"I know, baby boy. Here. Take these." Dean handed some antibiotics and a glass of water. "You'll be better soon, I promise."
"Don't leave me?"
"Not going anywhere, Sammy. Could never leave you. Just relax, baby boy. Try and get some sleep." Dean leaned in and gently kissed Sam on the forehead.
"'Kay. Love you, De." Sam whispered as he closed his eyes, letting the darkness of sleep overcome him.
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The next morning, Dean woke with a start as his phone vibrated on the night stand. He quickly checked on Sam as he grabbed his phone, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw his baby boy sleeping soundly with all signs of fever gone. Seeing it was his dad calling, he quietly answered, careful not to wake Sammy, who honestly looked like he just ran a marathon around the world.
"Hello? Dad? You ok? Did you get 'em?" Dean rattled off his questions in rapid fire like a machine gun, eager to find out how much longer his dad would be gone.
"Yeah, son. I got them. I'm good. How are you boys holding up? Sammy any better?" John knew as their father, and sole parent, he should've been the one to stay and look after Sam, but with Dean being as protective as he was of his little brother, John also knew that Sammy would be fine. Dean would do anything to keep Sammy safe. Dean sat down on the bed by Sam's hip and gently brushed the sweat drenched hair off Sam's face.
"He'll live," Dean confidently informed his dad. "He's sleeping now. Took a while, but his fever broke about 1 this morning and he's just been sleeping since. He's gonna be ok." Dean breathed out, relieved beyond belief that his baby brother was indeed going to be ok.
"Ok," John accepted Dean's response with relief. "There's a haunting the next town over, so I'm gonna take care of it then I'll come back to you boys. I should be back later tonight. Dean, you know the drill, and watch out for Sammy."
"Got it, Dad. We'll be fine."
Dean hung up and placed his phone back on the night stand, all the while watching Sammy who was just starting to stir awake. Dean had to admit, if only to himself, his Sammy truly was beautiful no matter what. He smiled softly and traced fingertips down the side of Sam's face, gently wiping away stray droplets of sweat.
"Hey Sammy." He said quietly. "How're you feeling, baby boy?"
Sam smiled slightly. He loved it when Dean called him that. It was his favourite nickname. He tried to breath in without wincing, only just barely succeeding.
"Like I've been hit a truck. Actually, I feel about as well as you look." He studied his big brother's face in concern. He looked so tired. "Did you sleep at all?"
"Some," Dean admitted quietly. "I had to take care of you first, Sammy. You're more important."
"De-"
"Listen," Dean quickly cut Sam off, not wanting to get into an argument right now. "Dad found a salt'n'burn on the way back, he's gonna take care of it, then come back here. Said he'll be back sometime tonight. Now, we need to get some grub into you."
Sam sighed and looked down, fiddling with the blanket covering him. "Ok, but I'm not really hungry, De."
"I know, Sammy." Dean gently rubbed his thumb along Sam's cheekbone, looking into those beautiful soft hazel eyes of his brother and smiled sympathetically at Sam. "Maybe just try a little bit of soup, ok? We gotta get your strength back up."
"Ok but only if you stay with me." Sam looked at Dean with his 'puppy dog eyes' as Dean liked to called them, on full power.
Dean chuckled at his brother antics. "No need to turn those on, baby boy. I'll always stay with you." He then slowly leaned, and with his hand placed gently on Sam's neck below his ear, softly kissed his sweet baby boy on the lips. "Always." Sam just looked at his beautiful big brother, his De, with awe, happiness, and complete contentment.
And from that point, everything had changed. For the better.
THE END
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