Disclaimer: Do not own...damn...
Pairings: Wincest...
Warnings: slash...and sad...yeah that's about it. Yeah also, I posted ti without having someone take a look over it and find my mistakes, all one million of them . . . just thought I'd warn you.
Summary: Its Wincest do you people really need a summary?
A Little Bit More
They were bone dead tired, another demon, another day to tend to their wounds and another sleepless night haunted by nightmares.
It's always the same nothing ever changes, and it always hurts a little bit more.
He hated this life, the hurt, the nightmares, the demons, and the bitter taste of living they brought.
What could he do about it? Nothing! And that bothered him the most.
What would their dad do?
That was easy, he would follow through, that's what. He would keep going till he would kill it, or it would kill him.
Hell, he was going through it too, but he could not take the pressure.
The shower running broke his concentration, and he knew that his brother had just started to clean up, so now he was all alone in their dusty motel room.
He didn't like it. He could feel the walls drawing in and his breathing got ragged.
Standing up real fast he began to pack their belongings and took them to the car. Hell, they were plaining on leaving in the morning tomorrow, so this way they wouldn't have to hurry packing and actually have some actual breakfast for once, instead of just a big mac on the road, and besides if they kept eating in the car she might get dirty and that was not what they wanted.
When he got out his brother was out of the shower and was toweling himself dry.
He was shirtless, wet and only in his boxers. He was a sight to behold.
His brother took his breath away, to him he was an absolute vision, a god amongst the humans.
"Hey, thanks for clearing up the stuff,"
"Sure, I'm gonna take a shower," he somehow stumbled into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
That's as far as he got before collapsing against the door and sliding down to the floor.
He was shaking, he couldn't believe himself. He had barely contained himself from jumping his brothers bones right then and there.
It wasn't his fault really, this thing with his brother had been going for a long time now, he tried to stop it, tried to ignore it, but every time he saw his brother all his control, his will and all the "its wrong and it's a sin", flew out of the window and all he would do is stare.
His resistance was futile and he knew this. He had given up a long time ago, he knew he loved his brother like a brother and loved him like he would love a lover.
But still the fact that he accepted it did not make it right, and the fact that his brother was always there and he could not touch him as a lover only as a brother hurt him and broke him little at a time.
He wanted his brother, he wanted to see his brother cum, he wanted to see his brother's flushed face during sex. He wanted his brother and it hurt.
A bang against the bathroom door brought him out of his musings.
"Hey you ok in there?" a louder bang this time.
"Yeah," and he got up off the floor and began to take his clothes off.
"You, sure?" a hesitant door nob turned and a small jangle of the door.
"Yes," and he was turning on the faucet.
"Ok, then" a small pat against the door and his brother was gone.
He was left alone again except this time the shower was running and the fog hid his hurt and tears.
While in the shower he imagined his brother kissing him, going down on him and just generally be there for him, and all he could feel was lust, pleasure, and pain.
In pain because of the wounds, in pain because he couldn't have his brother, in pain cause it hurt to have his brother by his side and not be able to touch him. And so he cried.
When he got out of the shower, his brother was asleep, his back turned toward him and just sleeping peacefully.
Soon he was being shaken, painfully at that, and he didn't like it. Try as he might to fall back in the peaceful slumber someone kept calling him and his voice was wonderful, so he gave up and slid his eyelids open, blinking once, twice and the blurry object in his face began to clear and his brother's worried face greeted him.
"What?" he managed to get out before he was engulfed in a strong hug.
"Nothing, you just stopped breathing for a sec and had me worried, that's all," his brother whispered and let go.
"Sorry for making you worry," was all he could say. He was ashamed and very turned on.
"No big, it's my job to worry about you Sammy. I'm the big brother, " and he scuffled his hair.
He broke just a little bit more.
The End
A.N. Ta da.! Yeah I tried so don't hurt me! Yeah as you have probably noticed it's not bated, sorry but I don't have anyone to. My friend whose job this was moved to Georgia, and has not a computer so yeah it sucks, for me, and her, but mostly me.
So, please if anyone would take the job it's open. I'm a desperate writer thing! ...right . . . shutting up now . . .