Title: The White Hallway

Chapter: 3

Warning: Slash, wincest, etc. More so in this chapter

Rating: PG-13 for now

Pairing: Sam/Dean eventually

Summary: Sam's dreams are no longer deaths foretold, but another beast entirely.

Sam's eyes were still closed and Dean's lips felt warm against his. The sheer rightness in Sam's soul was shattered when Dean shuddered and pulled away.

"I don't know what just happened, but I'm taking a shower," Dean quickly said over his shoulder as he strode into the tiny bathroom. The motel had provided the Winchester sons with the only available room, which had only a bathroom and a bed. And the bed, as Sam realized in horror, was a Queen.

Sam's fingers played with the knot on his cord as he flopped onto the bed on his back. The cord seemed to calm him, which struck a chord in Sam's mind. However, he didn't follow that thought, but instead thought about the scene that burned him only moments before.

Dean was always the last person to admit emotional weakness. The perfect hunter, Sam mused. His feelings were more carefully guarded than the keys to his Impala, and that was saying something. Still, regardless of how Dean reacted, the cramped quarters of the latest "bargain" room meant that the bed was the only place to sleep. Neither man would consider a night in the Impala when there were alternatives.

Sam sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair, mussing it up and giving him a disheveled look. He could hear the water running for his brother's shower. It was in such proximity that he actually could hear Dean.

Curiosity won over prudence, and Sam silently pressed his ear against the thin wall separating the bathroom and the bedroom.


Dean's hands were bracing his weight against the wall as a stream of icy cold water rained down his front. He couldn't help but to close his eyes and his mind traveled to the person who caused such a state of awareness in his nether regions.

"Sammy…" Dean moaned, knowing that even the coldest water wouldn't help him. "I do want you." Dean bit his lip, and with a strangled cry, relieved himself.


Sam's mind was reeling. He had always wondered about his brother, and now knew the truth. They both felt that pull, that indescribable bond between them that even now, they could only symbolize with the leather cording.


In their youth, their father would not allow them on hunting trips until they had earned a black belt in the local martial art form. Dean had being tagging along for a few years before Sam was allowed along. Sam was excited, but Dean was nervous for his younger brother, wary of the dangers the trips held. On that trip, Sam was attacked by a poltergeist. Dean immediately tried to save his brother, but was tripped by the same thing that attacked Sam. Their father quickly eradicated the poltergeist, and set about bandaging the two youngsters. Dean had a bit of string in his hand.

"What's that, Dean?" John Winchester had asked.

"It's my shoelace," Dean said without taking his eyes off of the two scraps of leather in his palm.

John Winchester had merely shrugged, and finished bandaging Dean up. He left quickly, leaving the two brothers in silence.

They looked at each other and both boys embraced, tears mingling as they pressed their cheeks together.

"I was so afraid you wouldn't make it, Sammy," Dean sobbed, clinging on to his younger brother. Sam was sobbing too much to speak, and the boys held on for a few more minutes before Dean pulled away.

"Sammy. My shoelace was broken exactly in half. I want you to wear you half, and I'll wear mine. That way, we'll always be together. I'll protect you Sammy," Dean swore as he knotted the lace around his brother's wrist.

Sam took the other half, and with shaking hands, tied it to Dean's wrist.

Unbeknownst to any Winchester, a pool of light surrounded the boys as they held on to each other.


Dean composed himself, and turned off the water. He stepped out of the shower, stopping only momentarily to towel off his upper body before slinging it around his hips and knotting it.

Dean stood in the cramped bathroom staring at his refection in the clouded mirror. Both reflection and actual Dean were unreadable.


A/N: End of chapter 3. Let me know what you think. Updates will be soon, I promise.