Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural or any of its characters or the actors that play them.

Please don't read if you don't like Wincest, I don't want to offend anyone.

Warning: Wincest, schmoop, and some language!(There is a happy ending to this story!)

Plot: Sam and Dean have both been to Hell , now what would have happened if they could have saved each other the way they wanted to? How would they have done that?

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Trips to Hell Pt. 1

Sam's turn:

Sam worked his way through Hell, the sulfur burning his lungs and nose. He stabbed another Demon and felt Hell pulling at his blood. Bobby had warned him not to stay long as he waited for him at the door, holding it shut with Ellen and Jo, that it would start to change him as soon as he got there but if he stayed only a little while then he would only have to change a little.

"But what do you mean, 'change a little'?" Sam remembered asking as they planned this out back at the house.

"You would definitely not be all human anymore, son, but you wouldn't be all demonic either. Not sure the ratio on that but figure probably relates to how long you stay there. You stay an hour, maybe two, you may only change a year in that time, at least that's what the last demon we interrogated said. He could have lied, you know." Bobby had said and looked sad.

"I have to try, Bobby. I can't leave him there, I can't. He's been there three days! I know that's a while for him, too." Sam sighed, hugging his surrogate father, "You'd still love me, even if I come back…well, partially demon?" He had to save Dean but he didn't want to lose Bobby either. "I'd still be me. You know Dean is probably partially demonic by now, too, right?"

"I know, son, just want him back, he don't belong there. So we'll help you get him, and I don't care; I know you'll be part demon when you come back, both of you, but you'll still be my sons, and you won't be in Hell anymore, either of you." Bobby had sighed and hugged him, kissing his cheek, "Love you both, that will never change, even with black eyes and shit."

"What about our…feelings…well, for each other? I saw them there before he died and he admitted them right before…" Sam closed his eyes and shivered at the memory of the hellhound ripping his brother's chest open and almost cried again. "What if he forgot me, or them? What if he didn't? Could you handle that…between us? I don't care if he feels that still…I just want him back! I'll just be his brother. I just can't leave him there, Bobby."

"We know, Sam, we can't either." Bobby had nodded in agreement and Ellen came back in the rooms, wiping blood from her hands.

"Got the body fixed up for ya. Stitched and good as new, just needs a driver." Ellen said, coming up and kissing Sam's wet cheek. "You go get that boy, Sam. His body's ready."

Sam and the others had loaded a horse trailer to Bobby's car and laid Dean carefully down on mattress inside there, securing both the mattress and the body so they wouldn't slide around and injure Dean's body any more than it already was. Sam had leaned in tenderly and kissed Dean, eyes wet with tears of loss and pain, tears falling and sitting on that freckled skin below him. "I'll get you back, Dean, no matter what it takes, I'll get you back."

Then they had used the colt to open the gate and Sam had taken the colt and the knife he had stolen from a demon bitch that had been following him lately. He had used it to kill her earlier then had formed this 'brilliant' plan.

Now, as he fought his way through Hell, his blood boiled inside him but he kept looking at his watch, it had been half an hour so he was okay. He followed the dead demon's instructions they had written down and soon found himself in a room, a room built for torture. He cringed as he saw a double of himself, stabbing a blade of some sort into Dean, and his brother's confused and pain-filled eyes stayed on the creature, pleading why he was doing this to him.

Sam had seen enough. He leveled the gun at the thing that was pretending to be him and decided to wait to shoot the son of a bitch. He had to make Dean see it wasn't him hurting him, but a demon or Dean would cringe away from him for the rest of their lives. Sam put the gun to its head and hissed, "Change back, you sick fuck, and back away from him." The thing backed up and Sam tapped the colt with the knife's edge. "Yeah, this is that demon killing gun. I will splatter your brains on the ground right now if you don't change back to whoever you are!" Sam cut one of Dean's hands free and handed the shaking man the knife, and went back to threatening the demon.

"But you…there's two of you…you were…but how?" Dean said confused and eyes full of tears now.

"Not me, a demon using my face." Sam explained and grinned as Alastair's face formed and he was no longer Sam anymore. "See, Dean, I would never hurt you, might make love to you on that table over there…" He eyes the metal table and smiled teasingly at his now smiling brother, relief on his face now, all fear gone, and added, "but I'd kill anyone who hurt you, Dean. Starting with this piece of crap."

Dean took the gun from him and shook his head, touching Sam's arm, marveling at him being real, really here! "No, Sam, I want to do this." Dean looked up into Sam's eyes and smiled, "I have to do this, Sammy, or I will always fear this, please let me?"

Sam nodded and let Dean take the gun, and watched him pull the trigger. Alastair exploded into bloody chunks and they were covered in them now. Dean handed him the knife but kept the gun.

"Let's get out of here." Dean said, going back to back with his brother now, demon around them but giving them wide berth now, clearly afraid and angry now. "How'd you get here?"

"Devil's Gate, remember? Bobby and Ellen are holding it cracked for us. It's up ahead, go to the light up there." Sam said as his eyes swept the demons menacingly, Dean's did the same, eyes flicking everywhere, on high alert. "We have to talk when we get out of here, Dean." Sam said and growled as a demon tried to come closer.

"Yeah, we do." Dean agreed, and smiled. "You're eyes, they're filled in hazel, Sam, you have no pupil or anything, did you know that? It's how I could tell you and that demon apart."

"No, I didn't, expected that though, souls change as soon as they get down here. Yours are Jade green, no pupil or anything either." Sam told him but smiled as he slashed at a demon, making it back off and hiss as he cut its hand. "Such pretty eyes you have that way! They should be normal once we get topside."

They watched as the demons backed off and retreated now, leaving them standing there alone now. They scanned for traps or ambushes but saw none, the demons had fled for now.

"So we're…" Dean tried to figure it out as they ran for the light sliver up ahead.

"Part demonic, not sure how much. Bobby said we wouldn't be full demon, we haven't been here that long. Still my…" Sam almost said brother but tasted the lie. What he felt was not brotherly nor was what Dean had admitted to feeling before he'd…died. Sam's heart hurt at the memory of his brother's bleeding and dead in his arms, so lifeless and just…gone. Sam had felt so alone then, without Dean, he always felt alone. "Still love you. Don't know what we are. Guess that's part of what we have to talk about."

"Love you, too. We'll talk later, promise. Just you and me." Dean promised and had to ask, "You still feel …that way …about me?"

"Yeah." Sam admitted, taking the chance and being honest here. "Yeah, I still do. You can go if you need time away from me but I just had to make sure you were okay. A world without you in it…well, it's no world I can live in."

"Same here, Sammy." Then he chuckled as they flew through the gate and helped hold it shut while Sam locked it with the gun barrel again. Then they were in each other's arms crying and holding onto each other, smelling like smoke and sulfur but not caring and too afraid to let go of each other for fear it was a dream.

Then they reluctantly let go of each other and Dean hugged Bobby and Ellen, who held him tightly, crying too. The Hunters watched as both boys eyes went from solid hazel and solid green to their normal human looking hazel and green again.

"Christo!" Bobby tested and jumped as their eyes changed for a bare second but stayed the same most of the time. Yes, partially demonic, maybe a quarter. "Got any powers there we need to know about, Sam? Dean? No surprises?"

Sam shrugged and put out a hand to a headstone which immediately floating and he dropped it in surprise. 'Wow, bro, that was so cool. Watch me do it.' Sounded in his head and Sam jumped, looking at the others. "Don't suppose you heard that, did you?" He looked worried and so did Dean now. Dean had just been thinking that had been cool and Sam had heard it?

"Didn't hear a thing. What did you hear?" Ellen asked glancing from one boy to the other, curiously.

"Dean just said that was cool. It felt like it was in here." Sam tapped his temple, "You didn't hear him?"

"No, not a word. I'd say you got some telepathy in there now, both of you. Can you hear my thoughts?" Bobby asked and Sam concentrated, but heard nothing, got nothing from the man or Ellen.

"No, just him." Sam admitted then looked at Dean," Can you hear me?" He had been thinking thoughts they would discuss later, damn it!

"Yes, Sam, every word." Dean said softly, tugging them to the trailer and pulling the door shut behind them. "Just drive, Bobby, we need to talk. Knock when we're home, okay?"

"Sure thing, son. You guys hash this out." Bobby said and headed to the car after locking the door, smiling widely. His sons were okay and his heart felt lighter now, he ran back to the trailer and peaked in, surprised. Dean was there, cut up and scarred, sitting with Sam on the mattress, looking at the floor. "What about your...? Your body?" He was confused.

"I was able to stay corporeal long enough to get back to my body, Bobby. I was reabsorbed into it just now. Not to worry, I have my body back now." Dean smiled, touching the stitched mess on his chest in sadness; Sam pulled his hand away and kissed it.

"You are fine, Dean, it's just another scar. I don't care how it looks on you, I'm just glad to have you back." Sam reassured him and Dean looked at Bobby now.

"Does it bother you, the…" Dean motioned to the healing mess that was his chest. "My scars?" He bowed his head, used to be so proud of his body now he was…disfigured and …ugly. He touched his cheek where the other long marks were, more scars.

"You are you, the scars don't matter none. I've seen worse." Bobby reassured him and smiled, it wasn't his reassurance Dean needed and that was okay, too. Sam saw Dean's thoughts and pulled him close, crying and shaking his head at those thoughts, rocking them both gently.

"No, no, baby, no! Not going to reject you because of them. No, don't leave, it's okay, it's okay! Scars don't matter, could be a walking scar and I'd still love you, still want you, and never think you are repulsive! You are the most beautiful man I've ever known, still are, always will be. Love you in here, not for what's out there." Sam touched the bandages all over Dean's chest now. "Bobby loves you for what's inside too, Ellen, too. Not ugly, not in where it counts!" Sam pulled Dean in for a kiss, "Still love your body, don't give a damn about scars, still desire you, I'll never stop."

Bobby shut the door again as Dean returned the kiss hesitantly, smiling softly now. Bobby smiled now, too. Those boys would be okay, now that Dean was out of Hell. He pulled out of the cemetery soon after and turned up the music to hide the sounds coming from the trailer. He knew what they were doing; he didn't need to hear it.

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Sam pulled Dean down to the mattress, slowly undressing him then himself. He kissed Dean tenderly and Dean kissed him back that same way. "We don't have to do this, Dean. I mean if you want to…" He leaned up to give Dean a chance to decide, he had just got out of hell, even if their making love was screaming in the man's head, didn't mean he wanted to do it right now.

"No, I want this. I need this to take Hell away. I swore if I ever got out, we would do this. I mean to keep that promise, Sammy. I need to make you mine." Dean admitted pulling him down for a kiss then teased, "As far as what we're doing here? It's making love, not incest. Screw what the others say, you're all I want and if they don't like they can go sit and twist! I love you, Sammy." He kissed him again and Sam moaned softly, letting him be laid below Dean now, as Dean started at his neck and kissed down, sucking a mark into his neck, red and noticeable, marking the man as his and no one else's.

"All mine, no one else's ever again, baby. My lover and no one touches you or I'll kill them, I swear. Never leave me! Love you, been in love with you for years, Sam. All mine, I'm all yours." Dean said into Sam's skin as he teased his nipples and moved down to suck him, taking the head in his mouth, sucking him softly, making Sam writhe.

"Your's, Dean, I'm yours! Have you ever been with anyone…like me?" Sam asked, he had to know since after this he would belong to Dean, his body, his heart, his soul, all Dean's from now on.

"Yeah, a couple times when you were in college. They looked like you though, I guess just because I said you had to have your own life even it that life was without me and hunting, it didn't really apply to me personally. You were always the one I wanted, just you. Been so in love with you for years." Dean's eyes were wet now, so sad. "Was so hard without you. Wandered around, turned down women, and eventually ended up in a bar where there was this guy, tall, long haired, lean, broad shouldered, long fingers, lips like yours, hazel eyes, too. He bought me a drink and we…spent the night together. I let myself think he was you while we fucked…needed you but knew you probably never felt that way about me and Dad would have been so angry if he'd known, so I let myself think…he was you. It made it hurt less, then Dad walked in and then he left in disgust. His gay son and all, you know how he was. Probably why Dad and I separated soon after." Dean cried now and Sam held him, kissing the tears away. "I thought if I found him and showed him you and me, then he'd forgive me for being…a queer, you know. I never liked girls, not since you were 14, then all I saw was you, all I wanted was you. Felt so dirty and evil, repulsive and sick. Tried a shrink there for a bit, when you were 16 but that didn't help, I lied to her and stopped going eventually, couldn't shake these feelings."

He felt Sam sucking him hard now and moaned, "I'm gay, too, Dean." Sam admitted as he took turns stroking and sucking Dean, "Started with you, Jess was a shield, never loved her. Thought you would look at me differently if you knew. Had an affair with a professor at college; he even looked like you, too." He smiled softly now, "Have you noticed that we've with other men but they all have been us, even if they were someone else, they resembled you or me?"

Sam sucked him harder now, getting lost in it. He heard the door unlocking and threw a shoe at it, making the metal bang loudly. "Go away!" Dean shouted and put a hand on Sam's head, "Don't stop, baby. Feels so good to finally be with you this way!" Dean moaned this part softly, body arching. He soon made Sam stop and worked him open with spit lubed fingers, "Sorry, Sammy, no lube. I'll try not to hurt you."

Sam winced a little and smiled, "Not that bad, just feels like it did the first time I did this, been over a year or so since I've…well, done this. Not since college." Sam said and blushed.

"You mean the whole time we were traveling together, you never…hooked up on the side?" Dean said in surprise, Sam thrusting back on his fingers now, no longer burning, begging him to take him now.

"No." Sam moaned softly, "Only wanted you, felt like cheating whenever I was tempted to, so I …gah!, that feels so good, make love to me, Dean, please!...couldn't be with anyone else."

"Me either." Dean said and worked himself in until he was as deep as he could go and waited for Sam to let him know to move. Sam soon stopped whimpering and moaned deeply, pleasure and porn in that sound. Dean moved inside him now, going slow and deep then fast and shallow then just faster and deeper, their bodies desperately thrusting into and against each other now.

"Close…" Sam moaned finally, hands clawing at Dean's body now, their kisses hard and urgent, matching their bodies movements, Dean sucking on that mark on his brother's neck, biting it, and kissing down that sexy neck, finger pinching and rolling those nipples as his hands grabbed Sam's hips and legs and pinned them to him over and over, leaving bruises but neither feeling them at the moment. "Cumming, baby, please…cum with me! Fill me…oh, baby so good…claim me as yours forever, Dean! Damn, Dean, now…can't…cumming…" Sam felt his orgasm hit him and pour onto Dean, whose hand stroked Sam between them as they kissed harder, both cumming together and Dean poured his claim into his brother, filling him with his cum, and making him his forever.

They cuddled afterward, bruised and sore but also pleasantly buzzing in their heads and bodies.

"I get to make love to you later, right, Dean?" Sam asked hesitantly, Dean was a top, but so was Sam, so maybe they could take turns being bottoms?

"Tonight, Sammy, promise. Just let me recover here. You wore me out, baby." Dean said but pulled him in for a kiss anyway, "Love you, Sammy. I'm yours. All yours, baby boy."

"And I'm yours." Sam sighed and they fell asleep that way. Later Bobby checked on them, several hours into the drive and he hadn't heard anything for a while, he had been worried. He covered them with a blanket and put the food into a hanging mesh bag by the sleeping men. He smiled down at them and left, relocking the door and letting Ellen drive now, taking a nap, too.

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