A/N: So I have been getting alot of requests for wincest. Well, ladies and more ladies, here is a tragic Wincest.
Disclaimer: I own noting Supernatural, and I owe the story to a post I saw on Tumblr.
It had been a long night of drinking and dancing with pretty ladies, but Dean and Sam had a hunt to follow up on, and there was no way in hell John was going to let them hunt again if they come into the next day drunk or with a hangover.
Dean was just turning 22 and Sam almost 18 so they were about ready to go off on their own and hunt for the thing that killed their mom. John had told them that if they could complete a hunt against a windego, he would let them go. They couldn't screw this up. Not this time. They were alone, without their dad's help. It was a challenge on its own without the help of alcohol involved.
But, you see, they had gotten so close to this windego and had found out where it resided, but it had security. Massive security. So, Dean thought it'd be best if they just gave up for the night and went to have fun. They'd deal with all of it in the morning.
Sam reluctantly agreed and off they went to a bar, where Dean bought the beer and Sam had to use his fake ID to even get in the joint. It was a hassle, but it was all worth it, right?
"God, Sammy. I have never seen you so drunk in your life." Dean stated as he got out of the car and walked around to open Sam's door. "Maybe you should just go and pass out once we get in there."
"Don' you be tellin' me what tuh do, Dean." Sam muttered, drunkily, as he somehow managed to get out of the car and walk semi-straightly to the door.
Shaking his head, Dean laughed under his breath as he helped his drunk brother inside the hotel room. He had to admit. The sight of his brother in this state was kind of amusing. That, or it could be the fact that Dean is also shit-faced. He just has a way to hide it better. That, and he has been around this block once or twice, so his body has gotten used to it, built an endurance.
Sam stripped himself of his shirt by the time Dean had got him inside.
"Woah, there, buddy." Dean said, laughing. "I'd be careful. I don't want you streaking in the hotel room." Dean, being the caring older brother, helped Sam to the bed, laying him down and tucking him in. He can deal with the headache in the morning.
A pouting lip came across Sam's face. "Dean… I'm jealous."
Still laughing at his now amusingly drunk brother, Dean answered, "Of what, Sammy."
"You!... And girls." As Dean sat on the edge of his bed across from Sam's, Sam propped himself up on an elbow as he looked over at Dean. "How come you don't love me like you love them, Dean? I'm your brother right? You should love me like everyone else."
Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother. Was he asking him what he thought he was asking him? FINALLY! Dean has always felt for his brother. Protecting him made him realize that Dean loved Sam, not just as a brother. He loved Sam as… as… as brother's shouldn't. Dean had loved him like that since one time back in Blackstone, Massachusetts, when their dad was hunting a vampire and Dean was left back in the Motel with Sam. Sam asked him where babies came from and Dean made him watch porn. Sam was scarred ever since, and he should've been. He was 6 at the time. Now he is almost 18 and Dean wanted the moment to play over again so he could show his baby brother where babies came from. Oh God, did he wish he could show him.
"Don't raise your eyebrows at me, Dean. How come you don't love me like those girls at the bar. They were grinding on you and you seemed to love it, like really love it."
Dean shook his head, standing up to turn the lights out. "Sam, I don't real-" Before he could finish his sentence, Sam had pulled Dean down on top of him. Dean's breath caught. What the hell was his brother doing. "Sammy, what the hell a-" Yet another unfinished sentence, this time it was cut off by Sam's lips on Dean's. Dean tried to push Sam away, balling his hands in fists and trying to push away from him, but Sam's arms around Dean's waist held him to his brother. And not only did it keep them pressed together, Sam's arms around Dean's waist held Dean's hips to his brothers, making the hard bulge in his jeans known. Dean closed his eyes as he suppressed his feelings, emotions, and the tendency to get a hard on every time something like this happens. "Sam…" Dean's voice was raspy of trying to push back everything he wanted to feel right now. "You're drunk. This isn't you."
"Just love me like you love them, Dean. That's all I ask. You don't know how many times I've had to leave the room because you dancing with girls. You flirting with girls only makes me wish it was me and not them. Dean, love me." Sam gripped the edge of Dean's shirt and pulled it over Dean's head.
Dean's jaw clenched and eyes closed. Then… He let everything go. "Okay, Sammy." Dean then let his lips fall over his brothers again, letting his emotions fly and his blood rush through him. Those lips that he so desperately wanted. All these times. Everything on his brother was now his. Dean let his hands roam his brother's bare chest as his brother's hands did the same thing.
With their hands all over one another's bodies, Dean couldn't help but feel the blood rushing through the veins in his body to his groin, making a slight noise escape his lips as he started to harden. The friction between Sam's hips and his only made it harder to control himself now.
Letting go of his brother's lips, Dean tilted his head up for the air that pleasurably escaped his lungs, and without hesitation, Sam brought his lips to Dean's throat. Sam turned the two over, switching positions so that Dean was now being topped. Honestly, not the way Dean had pictured this all these years, but hey, in the heat of the moment, he would take anything from his brother. The one he cared for since he was not even four.
Dean writhed under his brother, letting the pleasure from his lips to his hips sweep over him, causing more of the same approving sounds to slip from his lips. Sam smelled of alcohol, gunpowder, and the Impala. Something about the mixture of all three sent his hormones on a wild goose chase.
Sam leaned back until he was sitting on Dean's lap, his knees straddling his hips and holding him down. Dean was so lost in his brother's eyes that he didn't even feel the hands that now tugged at his belt, freeing it from its buckle and then by its loops, one by one. Soon enough, his pants were being unbuttoned as quickly as those large hands could. Dean reached up, grabbing his brother's hair on the nape of his neck and pulling him down so that their lips met again in a hot, heated embrace.
In the course of Dean pulling his bother back down, Sam's hand has slipped into his fully undone pants, grazing across the surface of his briefs before slipping underneath the thin fabric to a skin on skin touch that sent jolts of electricity up Dean's spine, causing him to arch his back in pleasure. "Sam…" He almost didn't even notice he moaned out his brother's name because his mind was so hazed over.
Sam didn't let up. He was fully committed. He went from brushing against his brother's aching cock to full out palming him, to wrapping his thick fingers around Dean's cock and stroking him slowly but surely. Once again, electricity sparked in Dean, but this time not just in his spine, but all over his body. His break quickened and his heart rate increased. With his eyes closed, all he could do was feel his brother's hand and taste his brother's lips upon his. He could hear the soft groan from him as Dean raise his leg a bit between Sam's legs.
Dean couldn't take this torture anymore. He had to have his brother. Dean pulled and tugged and yanked at Sam's belt, eventually getting to loose and tossing it to the floor, not even bothering to unbutton his brothers jeans before pushing them to his knees. Sam, getting the hint, did the same to Dean, pushing his pants to his knees. Dean finished the job by kicking his pants to the floor. All while Sam's hand was still pumping Dean's cock.
Dean flinched, twisted and clenched, when Sam had moved his hands down to his brothers entrance, slipping one thick finger into Dean, earning a moan from him. Dean thought it would've been the other way, but he didn't complain. Sam pulled his finger from Dean, making Dean almost whimper for it back. Almost as if Sam was answering his prayers, he pushed back in, only this time with two fingers. Dean threw his arms around his brother's neck and tightened, receiving something unexpected and still enjoying it to the fullest. Then, another sensation wiggled its way through Dean's body. He couldn't point it out at first, but he then identified it as Sam's fingers scissoring inside of him. His eyes rolled back a bit in pleasure.
The brothers, breathing hard and sweating, both showed signs of lust and need. It wasn't just Dean that wanted this. Sam did, too. In that moment, at least. After another finger was added to the process, Sam retrieved his fingers and replacing it with something larger, longer, and hotter. Dean's eyes opened wide when he realized what it was. Sam's cock.
Without warning, Sam pushing into his brother, making Dean widen his legs, clench his jaw, and ball his fists in the sheets of the cheap hotel room bed. Holding his breath, Dean felt the pain shoot through him, sending his nerves for a journey he didn't think they'd recover from. But after a few rocks of Sam's hips, they did, the feeling of pure ecstasy claiming him. The pain was still existent, but not as noticeable.
"Sam," Dean groaned again, not expecting an answer.
"Dean," Same moaned, breathlessly, in return, which made same melt into him at the sound of his voice.
It didn't take long for Dean, a man of keeping his self-control and not losing it too quickly, to lose it. He felt the slight tingling sensation at first, but then he felt it in his stomach as if it were claiming him for itself. Then, his cock ached, throbbing, spewing his seed between the two brothers. Sam didn't stop yet. He wasn't finished, but the feeling of his brother's wet seed between them, replacing the job of their sweat and making them slide against each other with ease, almost sent Sam over the edge.
As if Sam wasn't already going fast enough, he sped up, feeling his base tighten, clenching his jaw, and feeling the same tingling feeling in his stomach like Dean did. He let himself go inside Dean, not seeing a reason to pull out.
The brothers laid in each other's embrace for a few moments, breathing heavily and sweat matting their hair to their heads. Dean enjoyed being in his brother's arms, feeling his body against his own, skin against skin. He had waited for this moment for over ten plus years and now he had it. Had his brother. He still wasn't sure what brought this to come out in Sam, but he didn't care. Not right now. He loved Sam, and he wasn't going to ruin the moment by saying he was just drunk. No, he was going to enjoy his brother. Enjoy him to the fullest extent.
Dean looked over at his brother, whose eyes had fallen shut and gone limp against him. He had fallen asleep. Sam really was drunk. Leaning over a bit, Dean pressed his lips to Sam's forehead, whispering, "Goodnight, Sammy," before slipping out of Sam's bed, tuning off the lamp, and sliding into his own bed. He reached onto the floor, searching blindly for his briefs, knowing they were somewhere near his bed side. Once he found them, Dean slipped them on, turning over, and closing his eyes.
Tonight was great.
The next morning wasn't so great.
Sam had woken up first, had gone out for a jog before breakfast and didn't want to wake Dean, so he slipped out quietly. He was gone for about a half an hour before he returned. By the time he did return, Dean was already up, showered, dressed, and making breakfast in the kitchenette.
When Sam walked through the door, Dean turned to him and smiled. "Morning, sunshine," Dean greeted with the same cocky sarcastic attitude.
"Morning." Sam answered, not with the same excitement Dean shared.
Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam while he flipped the egg in the pan. "What's got you down? Was the sky not sunny today, or what?"
Sam shook his head, pushing a piece of his long hair behind his ear. "No. I'm actually grateful for that, seeming as I have a raging head ache."
Dean huffed a chuckle as images from the night before had eluded his brain, making him smile softly.
"I must have gotten drunk last night. Last thing I remember was going to a bar and seeing you dancing idiotically with all those women," Sam mumbled behind Dean as he held his throbbing head in his hands. "Hey, Dean. Can you tell me why I woke up this morning naked and why all my muscles ache?"
Dean froze. He didn't remember? So…. It was all just drunk impulse. Dean nearly dropped the pan when he heard the words come from his brother's lips. "So you don't remember anything from last night?" Dean asked, his voice held pain and concern.
"No… W-why? Dean what's wrong?" Sam stuttered as he asked the question, almost catching on to what happened and why his brother was walking weird this morning. "Dean, what happened last night?" Oh God, did he really sleep with his brother? He wasn't gay. That is bizarre. Sam shook his head of the thoughts. Of course he didn't sleep with his brother.
Dean's head lowered, closing his eyes as a single tear fell down his cheek. He didn't remember. Everything the night before was a lie. Nothing meant anything. Taking in a deep breath. Dean wiped his tear away with the back of his hand, turning around with a side smile, placing a paper plate down in front of his brother, and placing the egg on his plate. "You brought a girl back here with you last night. After you two... finished, she left. I was sleeping out in the Impala, not wanting to interrupt your frickle frackle, so I heard her leave, coming inside and falling asleep on the bed. I don't know why you woke up sore. Guess you're getting a little rusty, hm, Sammy?" A fake laugh left his lips.
Sam wasn't getting rusty at all. He was fantastic, but if there was one thing Dean was going to do about last night, he was going to keep it a secret and never let it happen again.
"That would make sense…" Sam murmured as he began eating his egg, looking up at Dean semi cautiously.
"Um… I think I left my bag in the Impala. I'll be back in a sec." Dean set the pan down on the mini stove and slowly made his way from the motel room and out to the Impala. Bracing himself and balling his fists up in frustration and anger, Dean let himself go, tears streaming down his cheeks and hating himself for ever letting this happen in the first place.
All Dean could look up and say was,
"Why did it have to be me?"