I have been watching Season 2 and I just had to write a wincest, it was hard to ignore the urge. So here it goes.

DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL AND IF I DID RUBY WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN CREATED AND THE ONLY PURPOSE OF LISA (whom I actually like) WOULD BE SO DEAN COULD PRODUCE A LITTLE BABY WINCHESTER!

SUMMARY- Sam has been plagued with Visions and Dean only knows one way to get rid of them.

RATED- M for some Wincest goodness and slight Angst.

Headaches

Sam collapsed on the floor his hands clutching his pulsing head. He screamed in pain as the vision became clearer, he hated this, hated the pain, hated knowing someone will die. He whimpered lightly as strong arms slipped around him and pulled him close, he felt warm kisses being pressed to the base of his neck. "Dean, make it stop..." he sighed as the Vision began to fade, he focused on the feel of Dean pressed against his back, soothing hands pressed against his stomach and chest.

"It's okay, Sammy, It's okay." Dean whispered into his ear, he knew the vision was fading by the way Sam's breath was evening out, his eyes fluttering, fighting to open. "I love you Sammy, It's okay." He knew that saying those three words, would bring Sam back, free him from the vision.

Sam gasped as he opened his eyes the sudden absence of the pain and the vision sent a relieved whimper tumbling from his lips. He knew he would have to face the vision sometime, he would have to tell Dean. Oh god Dean, Sam let out a broken sob as the vision flooded him once again. Dean standing, no being held against the grime caked wall, his breathing laboured as tears fell from his eyes. This was the first vision that he could actually hear what the person was saying and he wished desperately he couldn't 'Do it, just remember Sammy I love you, now kill me because I can't kill you... I won't lose you' Dean's voice held no venom or hate just regret and love. His tears spilled over as Sam watched in horror as he killed his brother, his hands snapping his neck like it was nothing, his eyes flashing yellow as he stepped back and smiled a feral grin. Sam screamed and whimpered as he watched his brothers neck snap over and over again. He wanted to get away, his fingers clawed at his hair as he tried to remove the vision physically. "Sammy!" Dean yelled as he sat up pulling Sam into his lap. "It's okay Sammy, Come back to me" Dean's eyes were wide with fear and anger he wanted to find and kill the man that gave his brother-his Sammy this stupid power. He pushed Sam's bangs away from his face as he forced him to look into his eyes, the light whimpering of his brother sending his heart into overdrive, he wanted this to stop, wanted it to end, he wanted his Sammy back. He rocked back and forth lightly his fingers threading through Sam's long hair as he shushed him lightly, he began to hum a long forgotten lullaby that their mother had sang to them. The pleasant melody made Sam's eyes flutter closed as he began to calm down, he had made no attempt to close his eyes to the onslaught of his vision he knew it was pointless. He watched as his ginormous brother fell asleep in his arms. He knew he had at least a half hour to figure out how to deal with this new vision. His mind worked heatedly coming up with possible visions, all coming back to his death.

No there was no way to be prepared for what Sam would tell him when he woke up an hour later his eyes half-lidded and heavy with sleep. "Sammy?" Dean tenderly stroked his brother's cheek, he was terrified Sam would start crying again once he asked. "What was the vision?" Sam's eyes opened wide as he looked up from Dean his head resting on his shoulder.

"Dean, I'm so sorry..." His eyes filled with tears that spilled over causing hot trails to run down his cheeks. "I-I killed you! I snapped your neck and all you had to say was you didn't want to lose me, couldn't kill me!" He sobbed as he buried his face in Dean's neck, much like he did when they were younger and he had a bad dream or Dean got hurt on a hunt with their dad. Dean stroked his hair absently his eyes stony as he processed the words, Sammy kills me... was all he thought as Sam continued sob.

Dean started as he felt the cool steely grip a gun being pressed into his palm, his fingers wrapped around it instinctively. He watched detached as Sam brought the gun up and pressed the barrel against the underside of his jaw, his hand still holding Dean's and the gun. "Dean... I can't kill you... Kill me please, just do it pull the trigger thats all you have to do." He whispered through his tears his voice a loose mockery of vision Dean's words. Dean's open palm connected with Sam's face as he smacked him and pulled the gun and his hand away.

"If you ever say that again Sam I will kick your ass!" Dean's voice contained the Venom the vision missed, his eyes danced with pure rage as he pulled his brothers face to his so their noses touched. "You are my everything I would die before I would even think of hurting you! I love you Sammy..." He paused as he realized what he had just said, he had confessed his love to Sam after he had a vision he was going to kill him.

Sam's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water his hazel eyes flashed so many different emotions as he mulled over Dean's words. He knew Dean loved him as a brother but was it possible he loved him as more. Sam finally found something to say "Of course, I mean I'm your brother, I love you too man." Dean shook his head as he pushed at Sam, trying to get him away and off his lap. "No, Dean what did you mean? don't push me away tell me" His hands grasped Dean's arms making it hard for him to actually push him.

"I mean I'm in love with you Sam! goddamn it! is that what you wanted to hear..." His voice broke down to a whisper, his hands tangling into the soft downy tresses of Sam's hair as he searched his eyes for any emotion. Sam's eyes were wide with fear and shock, his expression one of disbelief. "you know what just forget I said anything, I mean I'm quite obviously fucked up." He stood up not caring when Sam fell from his lap, he looked away as he walked towards the bathroom. Sam grabbed his arm and forced him to turn, he wanted Dean to stay and talk this out not run away like a dog with his tail between his legs.

"Damn it Dean! don't walk away we need to talk about this" Sam's eyes were pleading as he pulled Dean closer, his hand slipped down and away as he realized Dean wasn't gonna run.

"Fine you wanna talk, how about we talk about the fact I claimed you as mine the first day I saw you Sam! I was four like I knew what it meant! or how about the fact that when I hit puberty I would jack off to thoughts of you! You were nine Sam! Nine! or and here is my personal favourite I fucked guys that looked like you and they let me call them 'Sammy'!" Dean collapsed on the bed his head in his hands. "I am so fucked up." He knew that he deserved to be beaten and sent to hell. He scooted away as Sam sat beside him, his hand resting on Dean's shoulder.
"It's just because I'm so damn pretty" Sam smirked as he tried to make light of the entire situation. Dean growled and shot him a glare this was not a joke to him, he was being serious.

"Not funny Sam..." his voice was a low grumble as Sam gave hi m a weak smile. Sam had enough of this and he knew there was only one way to get his attention. He forced Dean to look at him and placed a hesitant kiss to his lips. He wasn't sure of his feelings but he knew he loved Dean enough to do anything to make him feel better.

Dean's body tensed as he decided whether or not to pull away. He looked at Sam in confusion as he pulled away, his lip caught between his teeth as he gnawed on it nervously. "Dean... Do something please, don't just sit there." Dean stood up and walked over to the window, he rested his head against the window pane his breath causing the window to fog.

"Sam I know you don't want that" He shook his head as he turned to look at his brother. He was getting irritated Sam was acting like it was okay, like nothing was wrong. "Why are you acting so cool with all this like honestly hit me or something, yell but don't kiss me." His eyes darkened as he walked closer. He was pissed now beyond belief, he hated Sam for not hating him like he should have.

"Dean, dude, stop it! your pity party is getting seriously old!" Sam glared at him his jaw set into a stubborn line, "I'm not going to deny it, I have had some thoughts about you! like Jesus Christ, Dean I'm fucking confused!" He shook his head and smiled a mocking smile at his brother, his hands lay clenched in his lap. "You wanna know how I feel Dean, Well here goes, I think you're the most perfect person in the world I love your eyes how they're more green than hazel, I love it when you don't shave for a few days, I love your freckles, I love the way your muscles move when you walk, I love your laugh, and I love your smile, Damn it Dean I love you!" Dean looked at Sam and shook his head.

"You're just saying that because you think I want to hear that Sammy." Sam growled as he lunged at Dean, pinning him against the wall. He glared at Dean, his eyes were almost black as he opened him mouth to speak.

"You have NO idea what I feel Dean!" Sam yelled into his face his eyes full of rage, he crushed his lips against Dean's in a fervent kiss, his fingers digging into his hips as he held him against the wall. He rolled his hips against Dean's, Dean's fingers tangling in Sam's soft hair. His battle to not take advantage of Sam being completely lost as Sam's tongue prodded his lips gently asking for entrance. Dean pushed Sam away his hands lingering on his chest as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Do you really love me Sam?" His voice was slightly shaky as he spoke, his eyes down cast as his hands fell from Sam's shirt to rest at his sides. He bit his bottom lip his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. He hated this uncertain feeling like his whole being depended on this.

"More than life itself," Sam's voice was soft as he spoke he knew that he would kill his brother and he couldn't stop it but he loved him all the same, knew the way he felt was most definitely not normal but then again they never were normal. He looked up at Dean who still wore the look of a naughty child trying to get out of being in trouble on his face, his green eyes focusing on a questionable stain upon the carpet.

"I love you too Sammy.." Dean finally looked up and smiled the tears spilling over as he did so. He was elated and if anyone was going to kill him he was happy it was Sammy, he grunted as the crushing weight of his giant little brother crashed down on him as Sam tackled him to floor with a hug. He chuckled as Sam nuzzled his neck lightly, soft purring noises escaping his throat. "Dude... You're purring like a cat." He smiled as the purring got louder, "Good Pussy" He teased as he stroked Sam's hair.

Oh my dear sweet Winchester, I have been watching Season 2 and watching Sam die was terrible, I had to hide the fact I was crying because I had seen this 4 years ago so I knew what was gonna happen, but still Dean's emotion and his promises made it so hard not to bawl. Jensen and Jared are amazing actors.

~Supernatural Satisfaction.

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