For those of you wondering, I am not the 'chick' in this story xD I really do my best to not encroach into the sacred space that is Fanfiction. But Diana is the type of girl I think would be fun to hang out with :) Also, the pressure and difficulty in creating the perfect story is 100% real~

Anywho, enjoy! And if you like a story snippet and think it should continue I will finish it and put on here for you to read.
As always, I love you guys ;* Tata~

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In a dimly lit, overstuffed apartment in Williamsburg, Kentucky, all was quiet except for the rapid clicking of fingers tapping on a keyboard. A fiery red headed teenager was attempting to create the best Wincest Fanfiction ever.

It was not going well.

She had only gotten as far as throwing out idea after idea... Waiting for inspiration to spark.

Wait! Maybe she had it!

"So are you two totally gay for each other or what?"
Sam choked on his Pepsi and Dean's face turned bright red.

Diana crossed her arms and leaned back, staring at her computer screen with a frown. So what if she called them out? They would just deny it.

There had to be an easier way to force the boys into a relationship besides knocking them out and throwing them into bed. Again.

Popping her knuckles, the crimson haired teen pulled the keyboard closer and began typing out another idea.

"It's too little, way too late." Dean muttered, turning his back on Sam and placing the rifle back on the gun rack.

The younger Winchester breathed deeply, trying to slow his heartbeat back to normal, even though every breath felt like torture. The thought of his own brother being so paranoid that he would greet his guest with a gun was painful. And that he would hold their parent's descision against him... It hurt. Physically, it hurt.

It had taken every ounce of courage Sam could muster, to make it up that driveway. And now his whole reason for coming seemed pointless.

"I just wanted to see you. Since dad died I... haven't heard from you. I- I thought that would change."

Dean huffed a laugh and walked to the kitchen, throwing back, "If they wanted us to know each other, then they wouldn't have kicked me out at sixteen."

Sam swallowed nervously and waited in the living room for Dean to return. When he did emerge, carrying a beer, he passed Sam without so much as a glance and sat down in an armchair. Timidly, the hazel-eyed boy spoke, "Why *did* they kick you out? They never told me."

Dean peered up at his brother and watched him in silence. Finally, he said lowly, "You should leave."

Immediately, Sam's mouth dropped open. "Why?" He asked, trying to hide the break in his voice.

"Because I said to. The gun was a precaution. This is a warning."

Sam exploded, "We haven't seen each other in years! What is your problem- Why won't you explain it to me?!"

Without warning, Dean shot up out of his chair, set down his beer, and shoved Sam into the wall. In an instant, he was there, all over him. One hand gripping his throat and holding him to the wall, the other pulling up his shirt and finding its way inside. The whole time he was kissing him, not too gently. Forcing his tongue into Sam's mouth, ignoring the moans his brother made, Dean thouroughly and deliberately explored his body.

By the time they broke apart, Sam was panting. He gazed at Dean through dark lashes and could barely hide the shock he felt. But something about the way his older brother was touching him felt good, better than it should have.

Emerald eyes filled with lust were the only thing Sam saw as Dean whispered huskily, "Now you know why they wanted me to stay away from you. Even at twelve, you were the most beautiful kid in the world. I couldn't keep my eyes off you. And they noticed."

It felt so deliciously wrong to indulge in every voice telling him to let go... Just throw yourself at his feet and let him do whatever he wants to you!

But Sam knew...

Knew what? That it defied logic to let a guy who wanted to plow you at twelve anywhere near you now?

Diana closed her eyes and groaned. Even if that part was okay, there was no way anyone would throw their kid onto the streets. Maybe he was adopted? But, that took out the crazy twist of them being related... Maybe that was okay? There was a group of fans for every ship that sailed. Surely there would be fans for this, too.

Ugh. No, no, no.

Diana pressed the backspace key and pushed down on it with an unnesecary amount of pressure. "Damn fudge it!" She hissed, erasing the words she had just written.

Time to start fresh. After a break. A snack, a drink, a movie. Something that would get her brain juices flowing.

After indulging in a few minutes rest, Diana couldn't resist the urges drawing her back to the computer. She stared at the screen and with a clickety-clack she was off again...

Sam Winchester was just like any other teenage boy, searching for his place in the world.

Okay, maybe it wasn't normal for an eighteen year old to pack up his belongings on the night of his birthday and hit the road. But too many nights at the merciless hands of his alcoholic mother had taken their toll. He never fought back and he wouldn't make any more 911 calls when she was getting dangerous... He would just leave.

It was his second day walking, and his feet were killing him. If only someone stopped and offered him a ride besides shady looking older men. But it seemed his prayers were going to go unanswered.

Prayers... What a sweet way to introduce one of the angels into a mortal story. But, no. This was going to be a Winchester best-seller!

He trudged along, wondering if maybe he should have taken his mom's car for this journey. But he couldn't risk having her send out the cops after him. A clean break was best for both of them.

Concentrating on moving one foot in front of the other, he almost missed the soft purr of an engine from behind. A sleek black Impala drove up and slowed to a stop beside him. Sam looked up, hoping for all he was worth to be met with a trustworthy face.

The intensity of the green eyes he saw was enough to stop his breath. The man in the car was beautiful. He was in his early twenties, with dark blonde hair, and an easy smile. "Where are you headed?" He asked, his deep voice making the hairs on Sam's neck stand up.

"I- I'm really not sure."

The man nodded and shrugged, "You need a lift?"

Sam swallowed and briefly let his mind race over the dangerous ends he could come to if he got in this car. Then his aching feet took precedence and he gladly accepted, climbing into the passenger's seat.

As they drove down the road, Sam peeked over at the man. Strong jaw, square shoulders, firm build... He was pretty hot.

Bleh. Why couldn't Sam look that good? Maybe if he had a girlfriend life would hold more meaning.

"So what are you running away from?"

Sam started and looked at the blonde in surprise. "What?"

With a confident but gentle grin, the man elaborated, "People don't usually take to the road unless they're heading toward something or away from it. And since you don't know where you're going, that only leaves..."

"My mom."

Emerald flashed over once more and Sam turned his face away, directing his attention to the scenery blurring by. He knew it was improper conversation but he let the words come out anyway, not bothering to stop them, "She always loved to drink. More than she loved her family. After she drove my dad away... Well, I guess I reminded her of him. So she vented her anger on me every chance she got. I told myself when I turned eighteen I wasn't putting up with it anymore."

The man let out a deep breath and muttered, "Sounds like your mom and my dad have something in common. But I didn't put up with it until I was eighteen. I guess you couldn't do that... considering it was your mom. But no one should be made to go through that. It's fucked up."

Sam silently agreed and felt tension evaporate with the topic. "So... What's your name?"

"Dean. Dean Singer."

Wait... Singer? What, did he take his wacky uncle's name? Shouldn't Sam be going by his mom's maiden name? Diana racked her brain, but she couldn't for the life of her remember it.

Oh, well. Skip on to the smut!

"Make yourself at home." Dean said, slipping out of his leather jacket. Sam was so close to him, he could smell the cologne the other man wore. He tried to distract himself by looking around. It was a nice place for someone who said he made his money playing cards.

"You asked me how you could pay me back," The blonde said, laying his jacket down and slowly walking across the room, "I think I've got an idea."

"Yeah?" Sam gulped, noting the hunger in those deep gleaming eyes.

Not smutty enough.

"Ah, Dean!" Sam tried to pull himself free. It felt good, more than good, but being confined made Sam nervous. "I told you," Came the velvet smooth voice near the brunette's ear, "I don't play children's games." He nibbled the vein in Sam's neck, and the noise the younger boy made had him fighting to hold back. One hand slid down Sam's writhing body, making him tremble even more. He swallowed the pleas threatening to spill forth through wet lips.

His body rose into Dean's touch; everything felt so good. Mouth, hands, leather... He didn't know which to focus on, or even if he could at this point. Sweat made his skin slick, but did nothing to cool the heat from the other's embrace.

Dean's hand took him and stroked, softly at first, then deliciously quickened. In the dark, their lips found each other and they were kissing. Sam was no longer coherent. His tongue moved on its own, accommodating Dean's dominance. His bottom lip quivered and his partner took that as an invitation to bite it.

A little 'Fifty Shades of Grey' there wasn't it... But the idea wasn't bad. A legal youth, with no idea how the world works, accepting a ride from the dashing card shark who likes kinky sex. Hehehe.

Diana stopped chuckling and read over her work for a third time. It seemed to be progressing well enough. But, sometimes she tended to take things too fast in the bedroom scenes, throwing the entire story off-kelter. If only she could slow herself down and get over the embarrassment to create longer, more detailed love scenes. Explicitness! That was the key!

But was it really? What if that took her story from 'Wow, this was so deep and romantic' to 'Is this porn?'...Grr.

What a fine line fangirls must balance themselves on. Of course, there are those that just say fuck it and move on.

"Too bad I can't be like that." Diana mumbled aloud, still staring at the computer screen. With a tempered sigh, she moved the mouse to the 'Music' folder and double clicked. Time to get into the zone. She had work to do!

And here I leave you wanting more, like a cruel mistress! But have no fear, this is the type of thing I could write continuously xD So many tangents to explore, so much diversity in these settings, so many ways to get the boys together! I love it! Bwahaha!

Anywho, if you liked this, just wait until you see what comes next! ;D And as I mentioned before, if you would like to see any of these snippets turned into a full-fledged story then let me know!

Adieu~ *kisses and hugs*