"I never told you, but I was falling in love..."
The note was lying on the motel table, as if it were just an inocent piece of paper. As if what it contained wasn't a bomb about to explode on Dean's chest.
The pressure that had somewhat lightened itself in the couple of hours he had spent on the bar, came back stronger, momentarly leaving him without air.
His dad wasn't in the room, but it wasn't his absence what made the place feel so empty. What made Dean feel empty.
Sam wasn't anywhere to be seen, nor weren't his stuff.
He didn't wanted to do it, but it was now or his dad would be back and he certainly didn't wanted to do it in front of him. So Dean let himself fall on the chair in front of that fucking piece of paper and cried
He cried for everything that had happened that day. He cried for everything that could have happened if he weren't so damn stupid. He cried because Sam was now gone.
Most importantly, he cried, because he had known all this time, and it took that note to even begin to admit it to himself.
To admit that not only he fell in love, but that he was knee-deep in the mud of it.
And now Sam had left angry and thinking that he hated him. Thinking he didn't love him back...
Why couldn't he said it when he had the chance? Why the hell had he taken a step back when Sam kissed him, trying to reach in any way to his older brother?
Letting out a "fuck", he stretched his right arm to grab the yellowish paper and gripped it, creating wrinkles on its soft surface.
"I never told you, but I was falling in love..."
"I never told you, but I was falling in love..."
"I never told you, but I was falling in love..."
He read it over and over again to make it lose it's meaning, but it was in vain.
Finally, and without letting the note go, he went up to the fridge and grabbed some of the strong stuff he knew his dad kept hidden, or so he thought, and taking the bottle to the bed placed far away from the door, he let himself fall. The left side of his face hurt like hell, and the already pounding head, fruit of the previous alcohol intakes at the bar, was not going to be welcoming the new found alcohol. But he didn't gave a shit.
Opening the bottle, he gave it three long gulps, to then place it on the nightstand at his left.
Dean settled himself, belly on mattress and face on the pillow. Still gripping the note, that by now probably was a wrinkled ball, he sniffed on the already fading scent of Sammy's shampoo and fell asleep. The lost tears of that first night, drying up before making it to the pillow sheet.
So that was my first wincest thingie. Remember that english is not my native language, so let me know of any typo. Anyway, hope you guys liked it and if you did, come to the review section and let me know (:
Love you,
Twilight-Hp