A/N I have the best readers I swear! Also can we please discuss the finale? Holy cliffhanger Batman!

Dean was on a ship. By shit he didn't mean speedboat or even sail boat, Dean was on a full out pirate ship. That was weird in of itself because (while a better alternative than flying) Dean liked his feet on solid soil.

Another weird thing was the way he was dressed. His pants were…leather? Yes definitely leaver with a matching leather vest. With no mirror available Dean reached up to feel out the rest of the outfit. He could feel three hoops in his right ear and was that…a hat? Dean rubbed a tired hand over his face only to see dark smudges along his fingertips...oh hell no…was he wearing eyeliner?

"Fair weather today captain," a voice behind Dean shouted as a man came to stand next to him by the rail.

"What?" Dean asked as the man joined him. Did this guy just call him captain? What the hell was going on here?

"It'll make for an easy sail into Tortuga," the man continued. "Good thing as the lads are getting restless.

Dean didn't know what to say so he chose to turn away from the man. Alright clearly he was on what looked like a pirate ship. He could have been transported here from a cursed object or something but he and Sam weren't on a hunt currently.

"That cabin boy Ronald it'll be his first time with a woman," the man continued. "He'll be needing someone to take him to the whore house."

"Who me?" Dean asked, shocked.

"He'll be needin' some coaching, maybe you can let him watch ya first aye captain" the man grinned.

Dean sputtered for a moment, eyes wide in shock.

"The captain's got business that needs doin' I'll take the lad ashore to Mademoiselle Estelle's place," a voice said.

Dean turned gratefully to meet the bright hazel eyes of his brother.

"Sammy!" Dean exclaimed, relieved to see his brother.

The man and Sam both gave Dean strange looks before Sam cleared his throat loudly.

"Captain Dane," he acknowledged. "My name is Samson, no one's called me Sammy since I was a wee bit o' thing."

"Right," Dean said skeptically, staring at his brother who was apparently not his brother. "Did you just call me Dane?"

"I made sure to say captain!" Samson assured.

Dean took in his brother's appearance. Sam tanner than usual, probably from all the time on the deck and he appeared to be a bit more built but he was still Dean's gigantic brother with the same stupid floppy hair (although held back in a bandanna) and dimpled smile.

"Captain I have those maps you wanted to see," Samson continued, giving Dean a meaningful look that he had no idea how to interpret.

"Ah good, I guess," Dean fumbled, trying to play this new part.

Dean nodded to the other man and began to follow Samson below deck into ornate living quarters he assumed were his own. The moment the door was shut behind him Samson was on him, kissing him with fiery intensity.

"I've missed ye," he whispered, trailing kisses down Dean's neck.

"Sammy," Dean pulled back from the frantic kisses, holding Sam by his shoulders.

"Yes your Sammy," Sam muttered, trying to kiss him again. "I can't believe ye called me that on deck, almost blew our cover. The men can't know about us Dane, no matter how fierce ye are ye'll have a mutiny on yer hands if they knew how much ye liked me cock."

"Whoa ok," Dean stepped back, ignoring how hard his own cock had become. "Sam this is wrong, we're brothers."

Sam tilted his head in confusion. "Brother's in arm?" he asked, confused.

"Aren't we brothers?" Dean asked, brows knitting in confusion.

"Brothers? Us?" Sam barked a laugh. "I'm the son of a pig farmer, and you," Sam's eyes darkened with lust as he ran his hand down Dean's chest. "You were born of the sea, as harsh and unforgiving as storm and fickle as the tide but behind this door, gentle like the boat the rocks us."

"Always a girl in every universe," Dean muttered. He thought about what Sam had just said. Here they were not brothers; here it was not his responsibility to look out for this man that wore his brother's face.

The last of Dean's resolve fell away and he grabbed Sam, tugging him in to a punishing kiss. He shoved his tongue forward, finding that this Sam tasted just as his brother does and he felt his cock get even harder.

"Eager today," Sam murmured as he began to kneel. "Time to show my loyalty to my captain."

As Sam began do undo his britches Dean groaned in anticipation of the pleasure sure to come.

(BREAK)

Sam woke up to the sound of Dean moaning. Sam didn't remember going to bed together, then again he didn't remember much before falling asleep. The dream he had was so disturbing he couldn't help but hug Dean closely to him.

Still half caught up in his dream Dean moved instinctually to mold his mouth to Sam's. Surprised but not at all displeased with the action Sam kissed his brother back tenderly, hoping Dean had finally realized they could not escape this bond that had formed between them.

Dean was caught up in the sensations around him, warm body pressed to his, warm lips caressing his own. When he finally opened his eyes it was not the lavish bedchamber he saw but Bobby's guest room. It took him a minute to realize what had happened but once he did he flew out of the bed.

"Dean," Sam said, holding up his hands in a non threatening gesture.

"Dammit Sam!" Dean exclaimed, breathing heavily. "You can't just do that to a guy while he's sleeping!"

"Excuse me but it was you that kissed me!"

"OK look," Dean said, dragging his hand across his face. "We're just confused. You look like your fever has broken lets go downstairs and eat breakfast."

"Dean wait!"

Dean didn't turn back around; he walked downstairs to the delightful aroma of freshly made coffee.

"You look like shit…again," Bobby said gruffly.

"Weird ass dream," Dean mumbled as he poured himself a cup.

"You had a weird dream?" Sam asked as he made his way into the kitchen. "So did I, it was so strange."

"Bet mine was weirder," Dean countered. "In yours were we on a pirate ship?"

"No we were in a field," Sam admitted.

"Pirate ship trumps field dude."

"Well in mine you were talking about how I was a priest and you were a warrior in the crusades or something," Sam went on.

"Well in mine I was the captain of a pirate ship and you were part of my crew and we went into this room and you started…" Dean trailed off, face turning bright red.

"I started what?" Sam asked, curious.

"Bobby what's your take on all this?" Dean asked, abruptly switching topics. No way was he going to announce what 'Samson' was doing to him in the dream.

"Well." Bobby began thoughtfully. "They may not be dreams at all, they could be memories?"

"Trust me Bobby I do not have my sea legs," Dean snorted.

"Not your memories Dean," Bobby rolled his eyes. "Your soul's memories. The spell we did woke them up now memories of your other lives could be manifesting themselves in your subconscious."

"You make it sound like our souls are separate entities," Sam said, "like they aren't a part of us."

"Well according to all the lore, our souls don't belong to us we belong to them," Bobby explained. "They are alive. Our souls are what give us our personality traits our temperaments, situational factors influence us but only so far."

"I don't like these dreams or memories or whatever, they feel so real," Sam said sadly.

"It would have been easier if you were really you in my dream," Dean agreed. "It would have been nice to figure out things together."

"I actually have something you can take that would have you two share the same dream," Bobby offered. "But you two share so much already I would think sleep time would be private time."

The two brothers shared a look each thinking the same thing; no matter how embarrassing or weird the dreams may be or what awkward stuff is happening between them at the moment, they were always strongest when together.

"Nah Bobby," Dean said, confident his brother was on the same page. "Tonight we'll try your thing. If we have to see these memories it will be easier to do it together."

A/N Short and not very exciting I know but I PROMISE the next chapter will be FULL on wincest