Title: Those Early Morning Hours
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue
Warning: Wincest; Language
Note: I know that a lot of these times aren't correct, but I changed things up for the purpose of this fic. Rog? Rog.
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It's one in the morning when Dean wakes up with a hard-on and the fading sounds of Sammy's moaning. It's okay though, Sam is still asleep and the bathroom isn't that far away.
It's two in the morning when Sam stumbles into the house, bloody and reeking of alcohol. It won't be okay though, Dean knows who is responsible and where they live.
It's three in the morning when Dean crosses that line between wrong and just plain fucked up. It's okay though, Sammy is right there with him.
It's four in the morning when Sam leaves for the last time. It won't be okay though, he knows that Dean isn't coming after him this time.
It's five in the morning when Dean jolts upright, terrified and dripping in sweat. It's okay though, John isn't here and Sammy is only a half-hour away.
It's six in the morning when Sam gets home and finds his girl on the ceiling. It won't be okay though, despite the fact that she's dead and gone, he knows what lies behind that closed motel door: Dean and those all-consuming, never-ending nightmares.
It's seven in the morning when Dean is torn apart by hell hounds. It's okay though, Sam knows who is responsible and how to find them.
It's eight in the morning when Sam tears down the skies and stirs up the seven seas and shatters all the mountains. It won't be okay though, Bobby doesn't know if these are the same boys who used to sit quietly on the couch, studying his old books.
It's nine in the morning when Dean is given the world. It'll all be okay, Sam's authority is absolute and he and Dean will never grow old and never die and never again know mortal fear.
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