Disclaimer: Supernatural, Sam and Dean are not mine, so don't sue me. I'm just a silly kid…
A/N 1 - English is not my first language… at all…hehe… and I don't have a Beta, so be cruel and please, please point every little mistake you find, if you have the patience… of course!
A/N 2 – This was first written in Portuguese, but my boyfriend challenged me to translate to English…
A/N 3 – This is gonna be a long fic in Portuguese, but if is not horrendous in English I might think about translating…
The dwelling of my sinful desires
Ow God be merciful of my soul….Used to think Dean Winchester, during those skin burning nights. Nights when he, mature over his years, first got to know the shadowed dwelling of the repressed desire. And by those shadows laid the seeds that, later in his life, would feed the ghosts of obsession. It was like to be an addicted and to have the drug just a few inches away from you, innocent to the world, snoring lightly in the next bed.
During those nights, he touched himself, and by the following days, he had the impression that his brother, just a kid, grew bigger, suffocating. Why did Sammy have to ask for things in the shower? Why did he insist on sleeping together during cold nights? Why did he smile? Smile that sometimes seemed so malicious… No, Sammy did not know, Sammy could not possibly know, Sammy was just a baby… just… ingenuous. He was a victim beneath the eyes of a sinner brother: a monster rose under the same roof, monster that day after day moved away from the voyeur and approached dangerously the predator… Dean, that was boy himself, just a 15 year old, discovered in the sweetness of his baby brother's pudgy and childish body the horror that might hide behind a full growing up man's desire.