Sam had located his boxers within a minute of Dean walking away. He slipped them on and quietly gathered the rest of his clothes, dumping them on his bag before he slipped into bed. He blatantly ignored the fact that certain parts of his anatomy were still…bothered by what had so recently occurred. He laid still and evened his breathing, hoping to look like he'd fallen asleep.

"Sammy?" Dean called out after a few moments of hushed talking, "Baby, you awake?"

Sam remained silent, hoping Dean would fall for his sleeping act. He heard shuffling as Dean moved around behind him and could feel the heat rolling off his brother as he leaned down to check if Sam's eyes were closed.

"Dammit, Sam," Dean muttered, "Why you gotta wimp out on me now?"

Sam wanted to swing around and punch him, but he kept still. The mattress dipped as Dean sat down on the edge. Sam nearly jumped in shock as Dean's fingers lightly touched his bare side. The bed creaked slightly as Dean leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Sam's cheek.


Sam wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and tried to calm his spiked nerves. He glanced at Dean to see the other man seemed just as wound up as he was. Dean's hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly and his jaw was clenched. Dean's eyes met his for a small second and Sam felt something inside him spark at the look.

He didn't understand what was happening or why it was happening. Was it a curse? Had some witch thrown a lust spell at them? Sam tried to reason through some logical reasons as to why he wanted his brother and wanted him bad. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to remember if he'd ever felt this way before.

"Sammy, what's the matter?" Dean question in his low, gravelly voice.

Sam envied that voice, wishing his own would quit squeaking and start sounding sexy like Dean's.

"N-nothing," Sam muttered.

"Bull shit," Dean snapped, "I know that look….are you turned on?"

Sam's face was bright red as he sputtered a denial. Dean's face lit up in a huge grin.

"You are!" Dean laughed, "Who was it, huh? Girl at school? Or maybe a boy?"

Sam rolled his eyes, but couldn't get rid of the beet red tone to his face.

"Ok, ok, a boy then," Dean said, his eyes going out of focus as he tried to remember Sam's friends, "Charlie? Was that his name?"

"No!" Sam blurted, "Shut up! Leave me alone!"

He stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door. He sank to the floor and stared down the offending bulge in his pants. He pressed his palm against it and shuddered.

"I can't tell you, because it's you, idiot," Sam whispered almost soundlessly into the cold bathroom.

Sam jerked suddenly, his eyes flying open. It wasn't a spell, it wasn't a curse, and it wasn't Lucifer. It was him. It was all him and his sick, twisted mind. He wanted Dean because he wanted him. There was no simple explanation and there was no logical reason. He was merely the most twisted person he'd ever met. And now Dean was dragged into his twisted fantasy.

How long had this been going on? How long had Sam refused and denied what was right under the surface? Now flashes of lonely nights and shouts of his brother's name spilling from his lips ran through his mind. How many times had he imagined Dean instead of whatever girl he was buried to the hilt inside? How many times had he pretended it was Dean's tight ass squeezing around him? How many times had he imagined it was Dean's pretty pink lips around him and not whatever girl he'd managed to convince to blow him? How many times did this sickness fill him up?

"Every time," a cool voice provided from the back seat.

Sam jumped slightly and mentally cursed at the reappearance of Lucifer.

"You're totally infatuated with him, you know," Lucifer said coolly, "You just never allowed yourself to think about it long enough to really realize it. Interesting how the human mind works, isn't it?"

"Th-this is all messed up…it…it can't be true," Sam thought miserably.

"Oh, it's true," Lucifer assured him, "Deep breaths, Sammy. It's no big deal. Incest is second nature for humans. It all started with Adam and Eve, you know. Well, their children, anyway. See Adam and Eve had lots of children. Thirteen, to be exact. They populated the Earth, Sammy. How do you think they did that? Incest, of course. Ever since then there's been a lot of incest and the human mind is conditioned to want people with their same blood. No need to have a panic attack over it."

Well, that made sense, but that didn't mean it was right. Sam threw a glance over at Dean who looked like he was about to snap the steering wheel.

"So Dean wants me too, right?" Sam questioned himself doubtfully, "He did ask for me to kiss him again….and he was definitely directing the show last night….ok. Ok. He wants me and I want him. So that's nothing important, right?"

Sam blinked owlishly for a few moments as he tried his hardest to believe himself. But he couldn't. For some reason he just felt like a sick, twisted whore of a man who wanted to be fucked senseless by his brother. Now that the realization was clear in his mind, he couldn't shake it. Now it filled him up with self-loathing and disgust. That was it: he was disgusting.

"We're here," Dean muttered as the Impala slowed to a stop.

He quickly parked and turned off the engine, leaping out of the car as though it was on fire. Sam was slower to follow; suddenly feeling like the weight on his shoulders was ten times heavier. He hated the sick feeling that curled in his gut and the stinging in his eyes, but he blew it off, keeping his head up and his shoulders straight as Dean had always taught him. They found Bobby in his office pouring over some ancient book and the first words out of Dean's mouth were:

"Please tell me you have something for us to kill."

Sam noted the way Dean's shoulders were tensed and how his hand clenched and unclenched impatiently. Sam felt slightly satisfied that it was he who had caused Dean to be wound so tight. Dean threw a glare at him from over his shoulder and Sam smirked. He could feel the self-loathing fade slightly as he thought of all the lively things he and Dean could do. Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was a sin.

But damn it was going to be fun.


Little note: Meh...Not sure I like this chapter...Hmm. This differs greatly from the original second chapter...Hope you guys like it anyway. A lot of Sam thoughts in this. I'm thinking of making the next chapter more Dean thought related. Let me know what you think!