Disclaimer: The Supernatural Character do not belong to me, I am just borrowing them.

A/N This is my first Supernatural story it contains swearing, explicit material, and incest. So if that's not to your liking, don't read.

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Chapter 1

Sam just exited the room angrily and slamming the door in a manner that was completely uncharacteristic for him he started walking away quickly in a random direction.

They were on the hunt for nearly a week now and speaking frankly Dean has become irritable and patronising and completely insupportable. Sam was reflecting angrily on tonight's events, fuming over the fact that his brother was so infinitely… annoying. Sam understood that Dean must be exhausted just like he was. They showed up in this small town last week, on what was clearly a supernatural occurrence, unless a headless guy walking around and scaring people could be classified as "natural". At first it seemed like a pretty clear cut ghost case, however they soon discovered that it wasn't as easy as it seemed, the guy kept appearing to seemingly unconnected people, and their research turned up empty on any recent or not so recent decapitation victims. Day after day without any progress and Sam and Dean both started feeling the strain of it.

It reached boiling point just a minute ago in that motel room, Sam had just returned from another fruitless day at the library to find Dean indulging in the company of a local girl, while Sam would usually be more understanding in a situation like this, today he just didn't have the patience, by the looks of the room Dean had been at it for a while now, and Sam just felt immensely pissed off that while he was working his butt off in the library Dean was in the hotel room playing man whore, as usual. Sam just lost it and started screaming, at the same time trying to convince himself his sudden outrage wasn't in any way connected to the inexplicable feeling of jealousy that fluttered up un his stomach any time he saw Dean with one of his one-night "friends". He screamed, Dean gave him the typical "I'm older so I can play while you work" speech, which pissed Sam off so damn much, and throwing a few more profanities Dean's way he slammed the door.

Now walking briskly in the cool night air, Sam felt the anger slowly leaving him, and he suddenly started feeling bad about his outburst. Sure Dean was wrong to chill out while leaving Sam with all the work, but that was hardly the first time that has happened, Sam had to admit to himself it was probably the girl that did it really. He was past the denial stage; it had been a while since he admitted to himself that he was completely and undeniably in love with his older brother. Just today while he was researching the library he used his break time to relieve the pressure of the past week by fantasising about his brother in the bathroom. Before, when he first dared admit to himself that he loved Dean in a completely non-brotherly way, those guilty pleasures always made him ashamed. The first time he allowed his fantasy run wild and stroked himself thinking of Dean's tentative touch on his skin, he had felt so ashamed he swore to never again use his brother's image for such a disgusting pursuit. But of course he broke the promise soon enough, and since then he had never pleasured himself while fantasying about anyone but Dean. Seeing Dean with the endless line of girls always made him jealous and angry, but he had resigned himself to tolerate them, it was already bad enough that he was betraying Dean's trust in him with his repulsive incestuous desire, which he knew Dean would never return. Dean was entitled to spend the night with whomever he wanted.

Sam slowed his pace and looking around to appreciate his surroundings for the first time, noticed that he reached the park. The only park in the small industrial town, it was kept clean and in the moonlight had a fairy-tale look to it. Sam came to stop near and bench in the central part of the park near the quiet purring of the fountain that was now nearly off. He had just settled down and was about to lean back against the back of the bench when he saw him, Sam stopped half way. The headless guy was just there, looking at him, even without the head, for some reason Sam was sure, it was looking at him. He leaned forward slowly trying not to spook the ghost, silently cursing himself for leaving the room without any weapon. The figure just stood there not moving. Sam slowly got up eyeing it warily, and then the ghost raised its arm and pointed at something behind Sam. Sam turned cautiously careful to keep the ghost in his field of vision. As he was turning Sam finally saw what the Headless guy was pointing at and forgetting his caution snapped his head in that direction. The semi-naked, semi-transparent female figure that was just a few meters away from him smiled enigmatically and disappeared into thin air, remembering himself Sam quickly turned to check for the ghost, but he was already gone. Well at least that's some development in the apparently dead-end case. A woman that looked very much like fairie to him, that was not good news, but at least now he had something to do. He took one more look around the tiny park not really expecting to see anything, just checking to be safe, and headed in the direction opposite to the one he came from. It was lucky that he spent so much time in the library this past week so would have no problem getting in at this time of night.

A/N Thanks for reading, please review and the second chapter will be up shortly