Title: Mother-of-All Mistakes (Epilogue)

Summary: Dean and Sam are in California after a hunt and a sexual wave for each other washes over them and they enjoy some mishaps and guilt. Wincest!

Pairing: Dean/Sam

Rated: M just to be safe because the SCENE is a little involved (: also some swearing. This is WINCEST if you don't like don't read because it has nothing to do with the actors just the TV series

Disclaimer: Characters owned by the writers of Supernatural(Eric Kripke and Bob Singer), Plot owned my me. I guess there is a SPOILER about the Mother-of-All involvement, but I made of the powers, of her creating the emotions and being able to make objects disappear, up.

Sam sat on the front of the car. His jacket was lying beside him and his grey shirt was almost entirely covered with blood, his hands were stained scarlet and his jeans had splatters on them along with his face. His eyes looked glassy. He was obviously upset.

2 hours before

"You two need to get out of here," Dean shouted at that couple sitting by a lake hidden in the middle of the forest.

"We're not afraid of what's out here, Dean," the female smiled and squeezed her boyfriend's arm. There was a creature on the loose, it was a werewolf and it was killing blonde young adult females which fit her description to a T.

"Right," her boyfriend said, "Becca and I aren't going anywhere."

"Right, Danny," she smiled and kissed his cheek. Dean grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him to the side so they could talk in private.

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," Sam responded.

"They won't believe us, but you have a gun just in case?"

"Not for them-"

"I know," Dean laughed, "for the creature." Sam nodded and then they heard a snap of a twig. Sam and Dean spun around to see a figure sprinting out of the woods.

"Becca," Sam yelled and started after the creature, Becca screamed and got up and started running.

"Sam!"

"Becca," Danny shouted but Dean got to him first and held him back, "No, let me help her," he sprung into tears.

"You'll die too," and he stopped as Sam disappeared into darkness. What felt like hours later there was a horrifying scream from Becca and then 5 minutes later Sam emerged from the darkness cradling Becca in his arms. She had a gaping hole in her chest and she was covered in scratches. Danny sprinted over to them. His eyes dripping with tears.

"Becca," he screamed and fell to his knees and he now held Becca in his arms. Sam made his way back over to Dean and Dean caught him as he stumbled to the ground.

"Sammy," he whispered, his heart dropped at his brother's condition.

"I'm okay," he said, his breathing was erratic. "I wasn't quick enough," he confessed and motioned to his clothes, "I could've saved her."

"Did you kill the wolf?" Sam nodded.

"I burned him too." Dean wrapped his arms around his brother and helped him to his feet.

Present

Sam's face looked broken. Dean continuously looked back at him. Danny was by the lake looking into the water. Becca was dead and they burned her. Dean walked over to Danny and patted his back.

"Want a ride to town?" he nodded and Dean helped him up. Danny was Sam's age with dark brown hair and brown green eyes, he was a very handsome man and Dean swore he looked like their father when he had been young.

"Let's go then," they walked over to the Impala and Danny stopped alongside Dean.

"Thank you, Sam," Sam looked up and Danny was smiling, "I know you tried really hard." Sam gave him a nod and then Danny crawled into the back and Sam got into the side and finally Dean went next.

The ride was silent; Sam stared out the window the entire time and still looked upset. Danny messed with his jacket zipper trying to get his mood off of Becca. Dean dropped him off at the police station and Danny thanked him and also Sam again. He then turned to the station and Dean drove away.

They went back to their hotel which was only about 5 miles away, the next town over. They walked into the room and Sam stripped off his t-shirt. Dean walked up next to him.

"How are you feeling?"

"I couldn't save her."

"No one could in that situation."

"But she didn't die in your arms?"

"Her heart got ripped out; don't beat yourself up about this, Sammy. Shit happens." Sam sank onto the bed and put his head in his hands. "Come on, Sammy."

"No, De," he said and looked up at him, his face was bright red. "I'm so sick of this."

"I know," Dean said softly and sat down next to him wrapping his arm around his waist. "I love you, and I'll help you get through this."

"Thanks," Sam said and rested his head on Dean's shoulder. Dean kissed the top of his head and Sam sat like that for a few minutes. He finally looked up and looked at Dean who smiled back. Sam leaned forward and Dean closed the distance ultimately between them. Sam pressed roughly while Dean pushed him onto his back and fumbled with the buttons on his pants. "I love you," he panted and stretched his neck giving Dean more access. They were chest to chest, thigh to thigh.

"I love you too; let's go get you cleaned up."

"Ok."

A/N: Sorry this was really short. It was just the aftermath of what had happened to them after their encounter with Eve. Everything normal except for the new feelings they acquired for each other. Please don't flame me! Comments are welcome! [: