A/N: This isn't really explicit Wincest but it is implied.
5 things about Sam and Dean which may have or may have not known.
Dean. Sam. He thinks its weird how their names are monosyllabic. They work well together, sound good. SamandDean. It just rolls off your tongue in one word. Like two average buddies, getting called back by a reprimanding father because they forgot their baseball glove in the car. They haven't played baseball for years. Boxing was more their thing; solitary sports in which they could take out their aggression so that they wouldn't have to take it out on each other later at home.
One day that became inevitable. After that both stopped going to the gym. Taking it out on each other was rewarding.
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Sam's sheets are blue. Dean hates them. Says they're too girly. Sam tries to explain that according to dominant ideology blue is masculine and pink is feminine. But Dean didn't go college so Sam has to explain it a bit differently. Dean still thinks it's gay. He really likes the green on their dad's bed.
Sam finally snaps one day. He doesn't want to hear anymore about the damn sheets. He tells Dean that he doesn't have to look at them if he doesn't want to. The comment seems innocent enough to the random bystanders but both brothers know it means so much more. Dean stops complaining about the sheets.
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Sam's stomach lurches at the sight of Lucky Charms. He hasn't eaten them since…since too long ago. He doesn't remember why he stopped, but he remembers it had something to do with Dean's expression when he threw his bowl of spaghetti O's down the drain. He knows he never wants to see that kinda of nostalgia and disappointment on his brother's face again. So he stays away from Lucky Charms.
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Dean hates that Sam is so picky about girls. They're just girls. And he's hot. It's not like they'd reject him. But he knows Sam still feels guilty about Jess. Or at least that's what he says in public. Behind closed doors though his eyes beg to differ. He doesn't say anything but Dean can tell because fingertips and hushed moans sometimes say much more than words.
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Yea, they know this can't be forever. This solitary confinement to the road; to each other. But they don't think about it. At least Dean doesn't. But it's acceptable because Dean doesn't think about Tomorrow. Sam does though. Sam thinks about everything; about what time he's going to brush his teeth tomorrow, about what brand of pie he'll have for dinner on Friday, about how much gas he's going to put in the tank on Saturday. Dean doesn't ask him if he's thought about this. Them. Sam doesn't say anything. But Dean stumbled upon something the other day when he was looking for a shirt. It wasn't much, and it wasn't concrete but it was a pallid yellow brochure for real estate. And at that moment, it was plenty.