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Slash 100 Prompts Drabbles. Always Sam/Dean implied, that means wincest (rarely explicit) Rating: PG-NC17.

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073. Threesome

He's pissed as hell and realises they never should've come here; but they're hardly ever in a larger city and Sam had found the bar online. A gay club.

It's not that he doesn't appreciate the lovely boys dancing around him and winking at him but he does mind very much that one of them has been grinding against Sam on the dance floor for the last ten minutes or so.
He glares at the blonde guy pawing his brother but the booze must be interfering with his stink eye skills, 'cause they both dance on obliviously.
When the guy's hand slips down from Sam's waist to rest on his ass, Dean slams his drink down on the bar and stomps over to them. He rips Grabby McTouchy's hand away and snarls at the surprised boy.
"I do not share!"

Sam smirks at him all the way to the motel.

096. Despair
Comments: Written ages before Houses of the Holy aired.

Dean wanders the hospital halls, lost and desolate.
His aimless meandering leads him to the small chapel and he hesitates. He's not a believer, never has been. He's seen too much evil to still have faith in God but he feels drawn in.
He slowly enters the chapel and walks up the aisle. The scent of incense and flowers is heavy in the air; such a relief from the antiseptic smell of the hospital corridors.
He slides into the front pew and looks at the altar and the heavy gold crucifix before closing his eyes and letting his head sink down on his folded hands. He hasn't prayed in years, not since the night his mother was murdered but his brother is dying. The only family he's got left and today he's desperate enough to believe.
"Our Father who art in Heaven"
Please, please, I beg you
"Hallowed be Thy name"
Not my Sammy, please
"Thy Kingdom come"
Please don't take him from me
"Thy will be done"
…

061. Broken

He locks himself in the bathroom now that Dean has finally dozed off.
The harsh white light reflects off the fixtures; his eyes hurt. He leans against the wall and slowly sinks to the floor. The tiles are cool against his back; he rests his head on his knees and wishes he could just sleep.

His brother is breaking, is perhaps already broken beyond repair and he feels helpless. He just doesn't know what to do anymore.
He's useless, utterly unable to help Dean. All he can do is be there for his brother but he knows it's not nearly enough. He's too weak to save Dean from drowning, he can hardly keep himself afloat; but Dean was there for him after Jess and he'll be damned if he does any less. Yet, he's exhausted, too tired to even fucking cry. They're both drowning in tears and guilt and too stubborn to talk. They're tired, they're through.

So, they end up in Zombieville, locked in a room at the end of everything and ready to die. And they're relieved.

036. Breakfast

"Seriously, Dean, Cheetos for breakfast?!"
Dean grins at him before leaning over and licking the orange flecks from the corner of Sam's mouth.
"Breakfast of champions, Sammy."

042. Snow

Dean is mesmerized by the white flecks clinging to Sam's dark hair, the snowflakes resting on his eyelashes. He smiles, teeth as white as the landscape.
Sam is beautiful.
Two seconds later, he's blindsided and left reeling with an ice-cold slushball dripping down the back on his neck and Sam's laughter in his ears. Dean grins, more shark than man.
Sam is dead.

077. Betrayal
Comments: AU for late season 2 as I haven't seen it yet.

He hates his father. Not all the time, but regularly enough. Hates him for giving up, for burdening him with a secret he could not keep from Sammy.
Hates him for what it did to Sam, for the despair he had to see in his brother's eyes every day.

Hates him because all the secrecy and pain had turned out to be for nothing. The Demon was destroyed and Sam hadn't even given an inkling of turning Dark Side. He'd probably never even been in danger of it.

John had misunderstood some fundamental things in his years of research and chase. He'd allowed the Demon to influence his thoughts, to whisper evil and fear in his mind and they had all suffered for it.
So yeah, sometimes he hates his dad for not trusting in their love.

055. If

"You left, man! You abandoned Dad and me to go gallivanting off! How could you do that?! With what we do? You left and…"
"If I hadn't, I'd probably be dead by now."
The defeat in Sam's voice makes Dean stare. Sam smiles, nothing but barbed wire.
"I couldn't keep living this life, man. I wasn't going to. I had…options."
The air is heavy with subtext. Dean stares at his brother, pale and wide-eyed. Suddenly, their years of separation don't seem too bad as Sam's 'options' play through his head.

083. Home
Comments: Late season 1

They've been driving aimlessly for days now. The road is a silver strip before them, a long stretch of smelly melting asphalt. He has a headache from squinting against the piercing sunlight. His arm is sunburned from when he let it rest out the rolled-down window. Sweat trickles down his back and makes his shirt stick to the leather seats. He's tired and going from the lines around Dean's eyes it's obvious he needs to rest too, but Dean keeps driving. Styx plays on the stereo.
A year ago, this would've driven him crazy; the close quarters, the hunt, unending presence of his brother.
A year ago, he had Jess and a life; he had normal but no family.
Now, he has Dean and he's home.

014. Strangers
Comments: Early season 1

He doesn't recognize the man sitting in the passenger seat, wearing Sam's figure. He knows it really is Sammy, but he can't reconcile this silent, broken person with the boy who left for Stanford years ago.

He knows that growing apart was inevitable, he hardly talked to his brother in four years after all, but he didn't quite count on this level of estrangement.

It's as if Sammy died and was replaced with this Sam person. He doesn't like Sam, he wants his Sammy back. The knowledge that that's impossible tastes bitter.

047. Summer

The car is parked off the road while they lie on the grass, soaking up the Montana sun.
Dean basks in the rays until a shadow falls over him and he opens his eyes. Sam is leaning over him, reaching for a can of soda in the cooler. The sun filters through Sam's hair and highlights it like a halo; his profile is sharply drawn and dark against the glare.
Dean's breath catches as he reaches up to cup Sam's cheek, turning his brother's face towards him.
"You're beautiful.", he murmurs.
Sam blinks, then leans down and softly brushes his lips against Dean's, a whisper of a kiss. Then he pulls away, reaches over in a long stretch and grabs the coke he was originally going for. Sam lies back down again, his arm hot against Dean's.
"You're such a chick, dude."
Dean smiles, teeth flashing, and closes his eyes. His fingers cover Sam's.