So wrong was the lust that burned between his thighs that Dean denied its existence

So wrong was this lust that Dean had never tested its limits, never let it cross his weary mind.

So deep was the connection that Dean could only love one person, only exist for one soul.

So deep was his conviction that his soul had been bartered to save the one that he needed.

So passionate was his love that he was never able to love another, never able to move past his brother.

So passionate was the heat that burned through him he felt his heart break as his brother turned away.

So betrayed by the lust Sam felt for a demon, Dean banished his feelings.

So betrayed by his rejection that he wished himself alone; wished to be free of the pain.

So torn the brothers were that their paths split in two; one for Michael and one for Lucifer.

So torn were they by this choice that they began to let go of what they were sure the other could never feel.

So secret was this lust that they never spoke of it, never knew that acknowledging it would save the world.

So secret was their love soon everybody could see it; soon it became a weakness.

So alone, so separated, so desperate to feel each other the boys slipped apart.

So alone they fell into temptation and ended the world, all for the sake of denying their lust.