Title: Forbidden

Summary: She approached him, Lust, and touched him, whispering the words that would forever change his life and Sam's. "You really love your brother, don't you?"

Rating: T for Language and theme

Timeline: Alternate Ending/ AU for "The Magnificent Seven," so guess where it starts?

A/N: Hey, you guys ever have that idea for the story that just won't leave you alone until you write it, no matter how bad you know it is? Yeah, this is it for me. Sorry. The second time I watched TMS it popped into my head, and it wouldn't let go. I finally wrote it as a kind of b-day gift for my friend, who is sick and wrong. That being said…

Warnings: Slight Wincest. Before you judge, remember "The Grapefruit Analogy." Y'all thought that would be wrong, too. And, yeah, I know I said I'd never do it, but my Plot Bunnies threatened to eat me. It's nothing explicit, not graphic, and not all the way. Still, I understand if you turn away now.

Disclaimer: The show isn't mine. The characters aren't mine. And I'm starting to think that this idea was planted by my something evil. So, yeah…

Forbidden

Chapter 1

Lust

She was coming at him, right into his trap, even as her fellow Deadlies screamed and fell and writhed and swirled back to Hell in a cloud of black smoke. She came to him, hand outstretched, a sly smile playing across full lips, the lips of a hooker who had caught more than just an STD with her last outing.

"Let me guess," he said, "Lust?"

"Baby," she cooed at him, "I'm whatever you want me to be."

He tried on a smirk that felt fake, leading her farther into his set trap, ever closer to the tub. She slid fluidly forward, catching him off-guard, catching him before he could react. One long-nailed hand fell on his shoulder, moving up to his face, caressing him, the coldest touch he'd felt since demonic lips had locked with his own and forever sealed his doom.

She smiled at him, the dim light playing in her black eyes, sending his own reflection back at him. He could tell, even when gazing into those pitiless pools of soulless tar that he had lost weight, looked gaunt. Then again, who could blame him?

Her thumb ran over thin stubble and her smile widened. She leaned in close and he braced for the kiss, knowing that it was inevitable.

It never came.

Instead, she stepped closer, raising herself up on her toes until those deadly lips were pressed right against his ear. "You really love your brother, don't you?" she questioned.

Dean pulled back, staring at her with wide, puzzled eyes. She just smiled, her eyes glinting in the light, glinting more maliciously than they had before. There was something to that question, he knew it. Something sinister.

Was it possible that she had found out, that they had all found out? How fast did word spread among demons? How many of them knew that he was now a marked man, that he was not long for this world?

And what did it really matter in the end? Sammy was safe, was alive. He was happy and healthy and breathing.

Grabbing her roughly by the hair, Dean decided that what she had said was of no consequence Just a demon doing what demons do- reaching inside his troubled head and pulling out whatever would trip him up. And it almost had.

He pulled her into the bathroom, shoving her head roughly into the tub. He yanked her up to breathe, to save the host, but that was all.

No, what she'd said didn't matter. It wasn't important. What was important was finishing the demon off, sending her back to Hell, back to where she belonged, back to his future home.

So, show of hands, who's still here? Yeah, that's what I thought.

Well, if anyone held on, all I've got to say is sorry about the short chapters (there will be six in all), but that's how it worked out. Um... reviews are appreciated, nad I totally understand flames. Thank you and good-night o.0