The Truth Behind The Lies

by starglow71

Sam/Dean, both brotherly and otherwise. A bit of freewriting about what our boys show and what they hide from each other and how nothing is really kept a secret; they always end up knowing it anyway. How they can't seem to get away from what they really are to each other, no matter how hard they try and how hard they run from it. Angst and Schmoop at the same time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof.

Warning: Wincest! Alluded to Sam/Dean. Some language, graphic imagery. Nothing graphic. Hinted at Wincest but nothing actually happens. Reflects both brotherly and other kinds of love, too.

Just a bit of free-writing of the love our men share and the way it affects them.

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Behind the silence, there was so much we didn't and couldn't say.

Behind the looks, the things we knew we should say but didn't.

Behind the touches we did and pretty much didn't need to explain, we knew what they meant and chose to ignore it. But it didn't mean they didn't matter…or that they didn't mean anything to us.

Behind the whispers, there were pain and lies, but also love and need, and more things we couldn't say but nevertheless showed otherwise, despite our best efforts not to.

And behind the lies, there were reasons and things we needed time to learn and deal with later…and things we knew were wrong but didn't dare say no to. Didn't dare face…not yet at least. We weren't ready to.

And behind it all, there were two constants, things that never changed.

The love we had for each other, being brotherly or not, and sometimes oppositional, and sometimes as rivals, and sometimes, just sometimes, as enemies, too, but always there was more…more to us than any of that, and all of that at the same time, too.

And the ways we knew we knew that feeling and bond would never change, no matter what we did, or what we hid, or what we couldn't deal with, and even what we couldn't say.

Because words didn't matter so much as the fact that we had each other. That together we were stronger then when we were apart, whole together when not broken apart…nothing could stop us when we were that way. Not for long at least.

And for us, as Winchesters, that was always more than enough to make up for the rest of it, too.

Because the truth of it was, that if you looked behind the lies…you always found me and my love for you, and if I did the same…I found your love for me. And, in the end, that's all that really mattered to us anyway.

Just you. Just me. Just us…fighting or getting along, hating or loving.

There would always be us.

And hiding behind something could never change that.

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