Hello Readers! :D Ok, so this is my first sort of Wincest story I have ever written. So I hope you guys like it :) there is no sexual content, jut very strong love between the brothers :) Enjoy!

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Sam's POV

"Don't do this Dean.." I beg with my hands up.

Dean has the gun pushed against his temple. I cannot let my brother kill himself. I love him. More than anyone has loved anything on this earth. Sure, I know it's wrong, but then why does it feel so god damn right?

"I love you," I admit for the millionth time

"Shut up," he clenches his eyes shut, not wanting to look me in the eye.

I take the chance to walk toward him, while he is not looking and stand right in front of his face. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. Must have come back here from a bar.

When he opens his eyes, he jumps back a little and frantically puts the gun against the side of my temple.

"I love you," I repeat with begging eyes.

"Please stop," Dean begs, "This is wrong! We're brothers, Sammy!" Why can't he just admit it?

"I love you so much."

He cocks the gun, putting it back against his head, "I'll shoot," he says.

"No you wont, you love me Dean," I say smiling, slightly.

"No!" he screams. He pulls the trigger

Nothing happens. The damn gun wasn't loaded. Dean Winchester forgot to load the gun. A look of panic crosses his face.

I take the opportunity to shove him against the wall, which cause the gun to go flying out of his hands. I jump onto it. While Dean is coming to terms with what just happened, I run to my duffel, pull out a bullet and load the gun.

I put it against my head, look Dean straight in the eye and say, "Is this what you want, Dean?"

"What the hell are you doing Sam?" Dean asks taking a step towards me.

"How does it feel having the person you love threaten to end their life in front of you?"

"Sam. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Please, put the gun down." Dean pleads.

"Say you love me," I beg, laughing in desperation.

"Sam, we both know I can't do that anymore," Dean admits.

We both stand there half glaring at each other. I do not move the gun. Waiting for him to express any sort of feeling for me. Damn, stubborn, drunk Dean.

"Sam, please!"

The shout causes me to jump and pull the trigger.

"No!"

A/N Please let me know what you thought :)