Title: Staying Human
Author: CrowNoYami
Artist: Lotrspnfangirl
Rating: E

Warnings/Spoilers: Sibling Incest, Mentions of Sam with other people, Mentions Infidelity, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Mentions Rimming, Mentions Spanking, Masturbation, Facials, Angst with a Happy Ending, Crude language, Vomiting, Non-Consensual Bondage, Frottage, Top Dean Winchester, Bottom Sam Winchester, Top Dean Winchester/Bottom Sam Winchester, Amelia Bashing, Childhood Crush, Mutual Pining, NSFW Art

Summary: Having his soulless brother create a trail of ex-lovers had to stop. They were supposed to fly under the radar, not be with anyone they could, married or not. When Sam offers for Dean to take their place, he should have said no, but without his soul, this wasn't his Sammy. Dean was able to keep it a secret from Sam, those nights they spent together until as a demon he let it all out.

Art: Tumblr | Ao3
Story: Tumblr | Ao3

Authors Notes: Okay so this story is gonna have a bunch of notes which are important so please bear with me! This is my Wincest Big Bang submission!

1) This was written for the Wincest Big Bang which you can find here:

2) The art for this is AMAZING and you can find a link to lotrspnfangirl here: and here: /users/lotrspnfangirl/pseuds/lotrspnfangirlgraphics

Link to Art: /works/16040798

3) This work was edited/beta'd by JDL71 and lotrspnfangirl and sooo many thanks to them taking the time to do this for me!

4) I'm doing my warnings differently for this as a test to see if it works better. Okay so typically I would post at the start of each chapter what warnings apply for that chapter… I'm not doing that anymore. I will now be tagging for the entire story first (which I tend to do now anyway as I only post once a story is complete)

All warnings/tags that I find in excess to the usual ones (such as Anal Sex ect.) will be mentioned if it is something triggering. All Non-Con (not in this story, cause like… No), Abuse (again NOT and issue for this story) and such will be mentioned in the comments for that chapter. Otherwise PLEASE read the tags carefully as well as my 'overall' tagbox/warnings on the first chapter.

Seriously though, check out the ART FOR THIS! /works/16040798

5) For those reading on FFN, I'm sorry that the links won't work. That being said: to view the art just Tumblr search (or Ao3) lotrspnfangirl and you can see it there. I also have the art uploaded into the actual story if you want to see where it's supposed to go in the scenes on Ao3, just either search for the title of the story Staying Human, or if you wanted to check out the other works that I do there I'm under the same name CrowNoYami. I try to keep FFN posted as much as possible but with image prompts and stuff I kind of can't. Sorry.

Chapter 1

Dean knew it was a mistake the moment it happened. While he would do anything for his brother, the second he looked into Sam's eyes after being away from him for so long, he knew something wasn't right. He should have stayed with Lisa and Ben; he should have had his apple-pie life that he had always secretly dreamt about. Sammy may have been the one to go off to college and to try and get his dream away from hunting, but he wasn't the only one who wanted out. Things had been different with Lisa, safer, and having the chance to raise a child alongside her had been soothing to his soul.

Then Sam came back into the picture, and while Dean was ecstatic his brother wasn't in the cage and suffering, it had meant an end to the life he had spent the past year carving out for himself. Still, Sam had needed him, and there was nothing he wouldn't do for the taller man. But things had been different; Sam had been different than the man he had once known. Instead of feeling like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, Sam had been uninterested in anything besides hunting and sex. Hell, the guy didn't even sleep as far as Dean could tell.

It was the last part that caused Dean to worry. If Sam wanted to bury whatever had happened to him while he was with the archangels in the cage with hunting that was fine. It wasn't usual for Sam to want to take out his pain with killing as many monsters as possible. After Jessica was murdered, hunting was the only thing that kept Sam together for a while until he learned how to deal with the grief. Sam didn't sleep around though; he had never been interested in sex besides a handful of times when the loneliness became too much. Now Sam was sleeping with any woman who was remotely attractive and looked his way.

Something was seriously wrong, and Dean couldn't quite put his finger on it. Not until he was turned into a monster himself. Dean's senses were heightened beyond his understanding in those few hours while he'd been a vampire. While his focus had been trying not to drain everyone dry, looking back, Dean could smell something wrong with his brother. It was a predator's instinct, while he had wanted to hold Sam down, to sink his fangs into his neck and drink, there was also something else, something that told Dean to stay away from the man in front of him.

At the time Dean hadn't thought much of it, assuming it was something left over of his humanity to try and protect Sam. Once Castiel reached into his brother and confirmed what was wrong though, Dean couldn't help but think back to the signs he'd brushed off. He shouldn't have left Lisa and Ben; he should have turned Sam away at the door and protected his new family. While he would lay down his life for Sammy, the man who was at his side now was not his brother.

After attacking Ben, Dean didn't have anywhere else to go. There was no way Lisa would accept anyone who'd harmed her son back into their lives. Dean wasn't confident that if he did go back, Sam wouldn't do something to his family to force Dean into agreeing to go with him again. Still, this had to stop. While it was okay for Sam to revel in the hunt, he wasn't just leaving monsters behind in his wake but a laundry list of women as well. Usually, Dean wouldn't mind, he was known to break a few hearts when he came into town, but Sam wasn't using his head.

Some of the women had husbands, children. Sam didn't care so long as they were interested in having sex with him and, if pretty enough, he would take them. Sam didn't seem to care where he had sex anymore either, and it was going to get them in trouble. Not often, but sometimes they needed to come back into a town to either tie up loose ends or because some areas seemed to attract creatures. By the way Sam was grabbing anyone he could, they wouldn't be welcomed back into most towns. And Dean was tired of walking in on his baby brother having sex.

Sam without a soul didn't seem to care if Dean was in the same room or car as him while he was getting off. If he didn't know any better, Dean would have thought Sam was trying to get caught. After one such incident, Dean decided enough was enough and waited until the girl was kicked out of the motel room by his brother before broaching the subject. Sam was sitting on his bed, shirtless at the very least though Dean doubted the taller man was wearing anything under the sheet covering his lower half.

"We need to talk," began Dean. "While I get that you need to let off some steam now and then, you gotta start thinking with more than your dick. The last thing I want to see when I come back with food is you plowing into some chick, and while you may not care now, how about when you get your soul back? No way would you take home a woman with a ring on her finger."

For a moment Sam didn't speak, though he did look up from the laptop he had been working once Dean walked into the room and ruined the woman's mood. Looking into the soulless eyes of his brother, Dean felt a shiver run down his spine for a second before brushing the feeling aside. Sam may not have a soul, but something had brought him to Dean's doorstep and kept him around. Whatever it was would keep Dean from the horror he knew Sam could dish out now that his conscience was gone.

"You know, you used to be fun. I may not feel like your Sam, but I have his memories. I lost count of how many times he was kicked out of the motel room or was forced to pretend he couldn't hear you as you did the same thing. Just because you're not getting any doesn't mean you should knock those who are." Sam eyed Dean before continuing, "And besides, she may have had a ring on her finger, but I'm not so low as to take someone who doesn't want it."

Dean opened his mouth to protest again when he cut himself off as Sam moved the laptop aside and placed it on the nightstand. He had been right; Sam wasn't wearing anything underneath the sheet, which was evident by the erection he was no longer hiding. For a second, just a second, Dean let his gaze fall to the tented sheet. He had never spoken about it. It was something Dean had hidden for as long as he could remember, but he had always been a bit curious about what it was like to be with another man.

Now Dean wanted to know what it would be like if Sam just moved the sheet down a bit. Shaking the thought from his mind, disgusted with himself, Dean tried not to mention what he was thinking about. But Sam had seen where his gaze had been locked and smirked at him. "You know, if you're worried about my dick causing us to get run out of town, you could always take their place."

Stunned by Sam's words, Dean didn't respond for a second. The second was enough for Sam to trail a hand down from his throat to the edge of the sheets. Dean couldn't help but watch as that hand ran down Sam's muscular chest and wondered if he could dare to take what he wanted for once. "You have to be joking, Sammy. I'm your brother… we can't." It was only a second later Sam pushed his hand under sheets, moving the fabric so Dean could see the trail of Sam's pubic hair though keeping the cloth covering his cock.

"Maybe, but without my soul am I really your brother, Dean? The way I see it, you can either deal with me fucking whoever comes around or you can offer to satisfy me yourself. Either way, I'm going to get off, with who is up to you."

Dean hated it. He wanted nothing more than to tell Sam to shove it up his ass and was about to say those very words when Sam pulled down the sheet and started to stroke his cock. While he didn't see a lot of dick outside of porn, Dean knew his brother was above average, longer than his own although thinner. Swallowing Dean watched Sam's hand slowly start to pump, his thumb teasing the head every few swipes while those hazel eyes remained locked on Dean in challenge.

"Fuck Sam…" Dean trailed off as Sam looked down at Dean's crotch and his smirk widened.

"Oh, I plan to have you do that very thing. So tell me, Dean, are you going to fuck me or am I going to find someone else for the night? You may not be willing to do the deed, but you better believe someone else will."

It was the thought of someone else having Sam that did it. While he knew he was being manipulated, Dean couldn't help but move forward and kneel on the bed after taking off his shoes and socks. Pointing his finger at Sam, Dean poked him in the chest, though Sam never stopped moving his hand. "How do I even know I won't catch something? You've been sleeping with anyone who so much as looks your way, the last thing I need is to get some fucking disease because you can't seem to keep it in your pants."

Sam grabbed the hand which had been against his chest and brought it down to his cock. Dean gulped slightly before wrapping his fingers around the shaft, feeling the weight of it against his palm. It was longer than his hand, though Dean could comfortably form a fist around it.

"You don't, Dean, but I tell you what, we'll get tested after this if it makes you feel better. I may be soulless, but I'm not stupid, this is the only body I have, and I'm going to take care of it and be careful… so tell me Dean, how do you want me?"

Slowly moving his hand, Dean couldn't help but marvel at the fact that he was holding another man's cock. It was different than holding his own, not just in the size and girth but in his consciousness as well. Still, Dean found pleasure in pleasing Sam; he always felt better when Sam was happy. Why couldn't he take a little bit for himself? It wasn't like Sam minded in his current state, and while they were searching for a way to put his soul back, there was still the chance they wouldn't find anything.

Rubbing the head of Sam's uncut dick with his thumb, Dean let go and took. With his other hand, Dean unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans to give his cock some relief. Sam didn't wait for Dean to take his dick out of his pants. Reaching forward, the taller man tugged at the fabric until Dean's dick was bare, his pants pulled down just past his ass so Sam could wrap a hand around him. The sudden feeling of having someone else's hand on his dick caused Dean to tighten his grip on Sam which in turned caused the taller man to moan.

"Fuck yes, Dean; I'm not some girl, you can be rougher with me." Taking the suggestion for what it was, Dean pushed Sam down onto the bed and sped up his hand, gripping it tightly while jerking it. Sam laughed slightly, having been forced to let go of Dean while he fell back. Spreading his legs wide, Sam looked up at Dean with a crooked grin on his face "You know, as much sex as I've had, I've never let anyone have my ass… do you want to Dean? You wanna be the first to fuck me?"

Dean couldn't help but close his eyes and groan at the thought. Fuck it had been so long since the last time he was with a virgin of any kind, his usual taste in women were ones who were more experienced in the bedroom, ones willing to spend only one night with him.

Sam made Dean open his eyes again as he moved his hips into the older man's hand, fucking his dick through Dean's tight grip. "Yeah, we can do that Dean… fuck take off your clothes, wanna see you."

He didn't hesitate; quickly Dean pulled off his jacket and shirt, the second his chest was bare Sam bent up and wrapped his lips around Dean's left nipple, sucking on the pebbled flesh while holding Dean's hips. Hissing at the contact, the older man struggled to get out of his pants, pushing Sam back down on the bed before he could pull them off.

Sam laughed at the treatment, his eyes practically glowing while he looked at Dean, licking his lips at the sight of the man in front of him. For his part, Dean couldn't help but take notice of how Sam looked then, his legs spread wide and waiting for him.

Getting off the mattress, Dean went to his duffel bag and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom, two things he never went without. As he was making his way over to the bed, Dean noticed how Sam smirked, right before the taller man flipped onto his stomach and pulled his legs underneath himself. "Fuck," was the only word Dean could say as Sam presented himself to him. Nearly tripping over his discarded pants on the way to the bed, Dean hoped his brother didn't notice his slight tumble.

"This how you want me Dean?" asked Sam, reaching behind himself and pulling his cheeks apart so Dean could see his winking hole. "I know I've thought about this a lot, fuck even longer then you would imagine. Have you pictured it? Me all spread open and waiting for you like this?"

Groaning, Dean opened the lubricant and spread some on his fingers, warming the liquid before rubbing it along Sam's rim. God, he wished he could say no, that this was the first time he had ever pictured Sam like this for him, but it wasn't true.

How many nights had he brushed the thought aside? How many times did he have to look away as the standard air conditioning didn't work and he saw his brother nearly naked and sweating? Sam was typically pretty good about keeping to himself; he preferred to dress in the bathroom and didn't flaunt his body off. Still, there were those few moments, those stolen glances when Dean wished they didn't share blood, wished he had met Sam in a bar or on a hunt.

Dean may not have ventured into having sex with men before, but he would have done it in an instant with Sam. The body below Dean's moaned as he pressed a finger into the younger man, more spreading the lube inside than stretching. Sam's walls were tight around even a single digit, clamping down and making Dean hiss. Adding more lubricant slowly Dean pressed a second finger inside, taking his time to make sure Sam wasn't in pain. While the hunter seemed not to mind pain these days, Dean didn't want to cause any.

"Fuck Dean, you can go faster… I can take it, another finger…"

Dean hesitated, Sam was still clenching around his fingers. Reaching with his other hand, Dean grabbed Sam's cock, his thumb smoothly rubbing the bead of precum along the tip. Holding back a snort, Dean worked his third finger inside, making sure to spread them and the lube around. While Sam may think he could take Dean, he had admitted to not having bottomed before, and this wasn't something the older brother was willing to rush. Sam may not have his soul, but Dean still did. The taller man sucked in a sharp breath while Dean worked, burying his face in his arms which were supporting himself on the bed.

As Sam started to push his hips back to meet Dean's hand the older man pulled his fingers out and got to work opening the condom, easily slicking it once on before placing a hand on the small of Sam's back, stilling him. "You think you're ready Sam? Fuck you should see yourself, your hole is clenching, fucking begging for it." Sam chuckled slightly at that, repositioning himself so he could hold onto the headboard while his forearms remained on the mattress to brace himself.

"Yeah Dean, I'm ready… just fuck me."

Holding his cock with one hand, Dean kept the other on Sam's hip while slowly pushing inside. It was torture how tight Sam was around him, once he bottomed out, however, Dean placed both hands on the slim hips in front of him and stopped moving. "Dean!" the cry from below him caused Dean to shift slightly, though not thrusting into the man. He knew that cry, had spent his entire life learning every variation of his name from those lips. Sam needed a moment even if he wasn't going to ask for it, and Dean was going to give Sam what he needed, he always did.

Leaning forward Dean covered Sam's back with his chest, holding Sam in place while he brought his mouth to the nape of Sam's neck. Kissing the skin softly, Dean waited until Sam relaxed against him before pulling back ever so slightly and pushing back inside. For his part Sam remained still, letting Dean work at his own pace instead of trying to speed things along. "Fuck you feel good Sammy, so fucking tight around me…" Dean leaned back, pulling Sam up with him until they were sitting back.

"Ride me." The command came from Dean's mouth, one hand on Sam's hip while the other tweaked a nipple. Sam didn't bother protesting. Instead, he shifted until he could get some leverage and moved. Unlike the careful thrusts Dean had managed, Sam reached back to hook an arm around the shorter man and rode Dean for all he was worth. Panting, Sam moaned and grunted slamming himself down on Dean's cock; his thighs were burning before too long. Ignoring the feeling of his legs, Sam quickened his pace as he felt Dean moving with him, hearing groans right behind his ear.

"I need… Dean, please."

Understanding coursed through Dean when Sam spoke, reaching around he grasped the taller man's cock and started to stroke the hardened flesh. Snapping his hips up, Dean couldn't get the force he wanted; it only took a second to push Sam back down on the bed. Pinning Sam with a hand on the back of his neck, Dean gripped Sam's hip with his other hand tightly and rammed into the body beneath him. Sam moaned into the pillow, his arms coming up to brace against the headboard which was banging into the wall.

All thoughts of being gentle flew Dean's mind while he moved, his hips quickly pumping while Sam took it, the taller man's cries muffled against the pillow in his mouth. Letting go of Sam's neck, Dean grabbed the brunet's other hip tight enough that it would leave bruises on the skin and looked down, watching as he pistoned in and out of the tight hole. "Fuuuck," moaned Dean, his eyes locked onto where he was fucking his brother.

Suddenly the already tight walls clamped around him, making Dean let out a sharp cry as he felt Sam orgasm. Frantically, Dean used Sam to reach is own end, not stopping as Sam's tight channel milked him dry into the condom. It was like nothing Dean had felt before, no matter how many women he had been with, nothing was as powerful as the act he had just committed. Panting harshly, Dean pushed his cock deep into Sam one last time before he pulled out and discarded the used condom.

Leaning back, Dean sat on the backs of his legs while Sam continued to pant, his ass still high in the air. Softly, Dean rubbed a hand along each of Sam's cheeks, almost massaging the skin while he looked at Sam's abused hole. It was something to see; the wrinkled flesh turned into a light red. Licking his lips, Dean wondered for a second what it would taste like. While he knew it would be different, he wanted to try, to see if he could make Sam come on his tongue as he had with his cock.

"Fuck Dean, we should have done that ages ago…" Hearing the words spoken by Sam, who had tilted his head to the side, a broad grin on his face, caused Dean to freeze. This wasn't some guy he had picked up at the bar; it wasn't someone he would never see again. He wasn't even someone Dean could be friends with after, this was Sammy he was thinking about eating out, it was Sammy he had just fucked, it was Sammy who had that stupid afterglow about him.

"Dean?" asked Sam, a note of concern in his tone while he shifted onto his back, legs still spread so Dean could appreciate his form. "Dean? If you're going to have a freak-out could you do it in the bathroom? You're ruining my high here."

The non-claret way Sam spoke made Dean look up into Sam's eyes, eyes Dean had been avoiding even while he was shoving his cock into Sam's ass. Those eyes were nothing like they had been before, while his pupils were still a bit blown, there was no regret in his expression, nothing besides an empty shell.

No this wasn't Sammy, it was the same body but his Sammy, even if they had done this before would have shown his inexperience, he would have been looking for reassurance if nothing else. This was Sam alright, but only in body. Shaking his head, Dean glanced to the still made bed. "Nah I think I'm good, you probably don't even need to cuddle or some shit, do you?" Dean asked with a mocking smile.

Sam shook his head. "No," the younger man answered, eyeing Dean for a second. "But after your nap, I want to ride you again, properly this time."

He should have said no, should have refused the thought but Dean wanted the same thing. "While I'm fucking you, I'm the only one having you, is that understood? If we're going to do this, you're going to stop shoving your dick into anything that moves." Dean wasn't expecting the laugh from Sam, nor was he prepared when the taller man wrapped his legs around Dean, arching his body so his ass could rest against his soft cock.

"We are so going to have fun with this; I promise I'll stop sleeping around so long as you keep fucking me. You don't want to share? Fine, but I am not giving up sex, so you better be ready to stock up on condoms and lube."

Dean wanted to say that the thought didn't get him excited, but it would have been a lie. He didn't want to admit the idea of marathon sex with Sam made his dick twitch in a feeble attempt to harden. He would need to have a nap, but when he woke up, Dean was going to fuck Sam so good he wouldn't even think about taking someone else home. This was a challenge Dean was more than ready to accept, even if it was until he got his Sammy back.