Shameless

Supernatural Fan Fiction

Written by Michelle Anderson

Warning: Incest/Slash

Genre: Angst/Romance/Supernatural

Summary: Dean finds himself feeling things for Sam that he knows he should never feel.

He fights all of his urges back, controls them to his very core. But deep down those feelings never can stay hidden. He must find other ways to conceal them. The urges and the passion cloud up his judgment and may cost him his own life against a Demon that steals peoples Essence and uses them against you. What will Sam do once he learns of Deans feelings? And can Sam save Dean before it is too late

Written in 1st Person

Deans POV.

Chapter 1

The sound of the Engine roared to life, filling the 1969 Impala with life. I couldn't believe for the first time in my life, I was letting Sam drive my car. To me it was like a second skin, a child. I cherished it with my own. But today, even on a day that I was not asleep, I let Sam drive. I nested back into the seat and focused all of my attention and eyes onto the road ahead.

The case that we had just finished up with was not so bad. At least not as bad as some of the more recent ones. Those would even give me a nightmare. And I do not scare so easily. Well ok, you caught me there. I got a cold chill run up the center of my spine. It was almost like I was touched by the very hand of Satan. Except this was not your usual

bad feeling.

The feeling of that cold chill turned into a warm brush, causing all of my senses to wake up. I forced my eyes open, turning my attention down to my leg. Sam had his hand ontop of my leg; he was consciously trying to find the tapes. I guess he moved his hand over a little to far. I dropped my head back, laying it against the head rest.

I let my eyes slid close for a minute, the touch was caressing. I wanted him to move that hand up my leg just a little Higher. I could see those tender lips of my brothers, moving in until they met my own. Soft pink lips pressed against my lips. Taste the wetness from his tongue as he probed it against the roof of my mouth.

I flew up from the seat, acting as if I was searching for something, leaning my body forward until I was pressing against his hand, this caused me to moan and I wanted to slap myself. But I remained cool and played it off. I noticed Sam's eyes cut over, seeing exactly where his hand was. He yanked it back a little too quickly.

I cleared my throat, trying anything to keep him from asking me a bunch of questions. But mostly to cut the tension. My fingers traced the spine of Dad's journal as I kept my eyes to the scenery outside.

"Dean! Did you get anything more about that last Demon.?"

I glanced over at him. Sammy just couldn't listen to something I wanted to hear. But

It was happening more and more, that I was giving him whatever he wanted. It was a miracle he never picked up on this.

"No Sammy. Why does it matter that much for. He's dead and we are gone. It was weak."

"Exactly. Nothing about that case, worried you? I mean, it was too weak."

I had to agree with him. That last Demon was not that strong and it was almost like we were threw dealing with the real danger. Yet I knew damn well that was not the case.

"Yea it did. But I don't think the demons are planning anything. So don't worry about it ok Sammy."

He gave me that adorable look. The very one he uses when he is either angry or aggravated. This would be one of those aggravated times. Those dark brown eyes of his stared me down and I couldn't help but groan a little. But he didn't pick up on it. God, I could not keep thinking this way about him. It made no sense too me, he was my brother for god sakes. It made me wonder if the Demonic world knew of my growing love for him, and they were using it to there advantage.

"Would you not call me that? I have asked you on more then one occasion Dean."

That look there was another that made me go weak. I grabbed a hold of my feelings before they betrayed me. I was never going to let him know how I felt. He would retreat so fast, and then I would have lost everyone I ever cared for.

I was not going to let that happen. I placed dad's journal to the floor board and gloanced over to the approaching diner on the side of the highway. Too our luck there was also a hotel near by it.

"Sam." I said with a bit of sarcasm.

"Why don't we pull over here?"

I said as I pointed out the Diner. He followed my finger to the side of the road. I started to question myself why I never let him drive my car. He was doing a good job. Not only that, he looked good doing it too. What the hell is wrong with me? I scolded this situation.

He looked over at me, and cocked an eyebrow. Damn him. Did he have to do such things, they make me grow hot. I was ready to just get something in my mouth and fast.

No pun intended.

"Yea that is a good idea. We need rest and something to eat."

The sound of a car horn jerked me back to reality. My eyes went all over the place. I had just realized why I didn't let Sam drive. He had almost side swiped that car.

"Damn it Sam, watch it. You almost hit that car!"

I watched him press those lips together and grip the steering wheel tight between his hands.

"Damn it Dean. He almost hit me. I know what I am doing ok. You never can trust me."

He was right, but not for the reason that he thought. I didn't trust him around me for different reasons. I placed my hand over my eyes, a smile tried to curve the corners of my mouth up. Damn feelings getting the better of me. I couldn't help but look over and see what Sam was doing.

I had not even realized that we had come to a stop. Those dark eyes of Sam's were staring me down. Serious and passionate as always. He was waiting for me to apologize.

I placed my hand to the door handle, clearing my throat.

"Alright Sam. Just try and be careful, there are nuts out here."

Nuts! God, why did I have to pick that word out of all others? I opened the door, my feet barley hit the floor when I was approached by a young lady, typical. I smiled, as I looked her up and down. She was not bad looking.

"Excuse me sir! Do you know what time it is?"

I gave her one of my famous smiles as I leaned in a little closer to her, cocking an eyebrow up and down.

"Why yes, it is a little after three. Mrs.?"

She looked up at me, her dark green eyes twinkling. Her finger tangling threw her soft blonde curls. My eyes wandered up and down her body. She was a nice distraction from Sammy. I was going to do anything to keep myself from doing something with Sam.

"Thanks! So are you here for the Chili Fries?"

I smiled, lifting a hand to touch the soft curl that was dangling before my eyes. I couldn't help it. The feel of it was enough to remind me of Sam's hair. It was that soft. That goran rolled from me and this only excited her. Heh, she thought I was making that sound over her. I wonder how happy she would be if she knew that sound was directed toward my own brother.

" No." I managed to get out.

" But I can give them a try?"

She smiled as she snaked her arm around my forearm. Believe me I hadn't forgot that Sam was there. God no, I was just trying my best to not think of any part of him for just a little bit. But if by some slim chance I had, he was about to remind me.

He took my by surprise. The sound of the car door was so loud, that I was surprised that Sam was the one that caused it. It slammed so hard that it shook the entire car. I watched him as he tore into the diner. The look that was stretched tight over his features was not one that I usually saw.

Usually if I was flirting with a girl, I would receive an eye roll. Or even a sigh. But this was a first for me. It didn't even seem to faze the young lady, whom I hadn't even gotten the name of. But something told me to ditch the girl, that Sammy didn't want her there.

I turned my eyes over toward her, and I realized something. She wasn't making me al Twitter patted. You know, like the Owl explained in Bambi. Yea that was a bad analogy.

But you got to admit it was odd. I had never even realized that I was slowly loosing that same fire for the ladies.

I was so hot for my own sibling. This was it, if it killed me, I was going to make this stop. Sam had moved so fast that I lost him. I removed my arm from hers and excused myself from her. She was reluctant on letting go, but she did.

I ran my eyes around the exterior of the room. I found quite a few odd characters, but no sign of Sammy. Then I spotted him in the back of the room, sitting slumped over the menu. I made my way over. Curiosity nipping at me, I wanted to know what got him so upset. But as I sat down across from him and saw his dark eyes rise, I melted. Figured he was just wanting some time with me, alone. I can not say that I blame him. Look at me, I was attractive. Ok, that was not why he was giving me that look for, it couldn't be.

"You ok, Sam?" I asked, as I picked up the Menu.

He shook his head as he searched the menu, trying to find what appealed to him. I already knew what appealed to me. My eyes remained locked to him, hunger danced behind them. I try to fight it, but it was like it was apart of me. Just one look at him and , I lost all meaning. Shaking my head, I looked back down at the menu.

It took him a few minutes, before he responded back. When he did his voice came out low, and distant. I hadn't even realized the way he was looking at me. His eyes danced over my face. He couldn't feel the same way, it was ridiculous, we were brothers damn it.

"Yea. I'm fine Dean. You going to order or not?"

I just sat there staring at him. My finger traced over the menu in front of me. In a different time or a different place, I would have loved to lean over the table and took his lips against my hungry own. Felt the silky curls of his hair wrap around my fingers.

I was no longer hearing a word that went on around me. Instead I was almost floating on a clod far up above everyone else. As the song "I Don't want to close my eyes." Playerd over the speakers.

It was exactly the way I felt toward him. I became engulfed in the moment. I could picture his soft tan skin underneath my finger tips. Hungrily kissing along every inch of his muscular body. Gently slipping away his pants, until they hit the floor………

"Dean? I asked if you were ready."

It was as if something had grabbed me and yanked me back to the reality at hand. I shook my head. I felt the heat in my face, and the tightness in my pants. I had to excuse my self. But there was no where else to go. And I was sure to be walked in on in the bathroom. I just looked at him through almost blank eyes.

" Yes, I heard you. I was trying to figure out what I wanted to eat. Damn, you got to accuse me of everything."

I knew he wasn't, and I knew that if I kept this up he was bound to get curious if he wasn't already. He just sat there, that sexy smile of his playing gently across his lips.

"I will take the Chili dog and French fries."

Yea that was what I wanted, but in such a different way.