Paisley Collection

I Wish You'd Stay

A selection of Wincest drabbles inspired by my favourite country artist, Brad Paisley

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"And I wish you the best

And I wish you nothing less than everything you've ever dreamed of

And I hope that you find love along the way

But most of all:

I wish you'd stay"

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It was the night before Stanford. John had stormed out hours ago refusing to acknowledge his two sons and the decision they were making.

Sam he had never had control over, but Dean? Dean's reaction had been the biggest surprise. John had expected, as in most cases, that Dean would back him up – would have persuaded Sam to stay on the basis that this is their fight and they need him. But Dean had just shook his head dejectedly and sided with Sam muttering a simple 'he needs to do this, Sir'.

So the subject had been dropped, along with all conversation with his sons, which had led to John seeking the company of a bar that night while Dean and Sam were left not talking about it over a chasm in the dark.

Not that that they didn't want to.

More than anything Sam just wanted Dean to ask him to stay. He held on all night with baited breath waiting for the moment Dean would finally break down and beg Sam not to abandon him. But it never came.

Dean had never wanted this life for Sam, but this was the first time he could actually do something about it; from the moment Sam had been thrust into his arms, Dean had wanted nothing more than to give Sam his freedom. There was nothing on earth, or in the deepest pits of hell, that would make him ask Sam to stay.

But this wasn't about what Dean wanted – this was about what Sam had the right to; what he needed.

Sam needed stability, he needed recognition for his academic achievements as well as his hunting ones. He needed an out from this life. And most of all he needed someone to love him: love him in an all-encompassing, non-incestuous way.

Because Dean did need Sam to stay – but that would hardly be the best course of action for either of them. So Dean did not reach across the canyon between their two beds, and Sam never prompted him.

Some things were better left in the dark.