"She's My Brother!"
Author: PsychoKittyUK
Category: Slash
Rating: M+
Content Warnings: WINCEST. (Set before Provenance)
Disclaimer: They are not mine nor is Supernatural. I wish they were, cuz oh the fun i'd have!
If you don't like Slash, then don't read it!
All feedback is loved and welcome!
Ok just a few chapters left of this story and then the third and final story will start!
Thanks to skycandygirl, Tochi and Flap Jack & SamDean4ever for your reviews! I'm so happy that you're loving this!
At last the reason for Sammy not sexing up Dean is revealed! I hope you're not disappointed! Tell me what you think, good or bad!
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Chapter 6
Sam is showering his body vigorously with luke warm water. "I have to control myself, I can't let my body control me. I can't lose Dean, I can't!"
He managed to grab onto the shower as he felt a vision coming on, the pain ripped through his skull, blinding him.
He was watching him and Dean making love back when they were both guys. He saw the old witch watching from the window and utter her curse.
Then she cackled and disappeared.
He had to tell Dean that she had cursed him and it was all Sam's fault. He rushed out of the bathroom naked, forgeting he had been showering.
"Dean! Dean!"
Dean, who lying on his bed in his boxers and bra,sat up in surprise at a glistening wet naked Sam was heading right for him, with a pleased look on his face.
"YES! I'm gonna get some! Thank you God." Dean yanked the bra and boxers off, then lay back down and spread his legs, grinning.
"Dean! I had a vision! The witch did curse you!" He stopped just short of the bed and just dripped onto the carpet.
Dean's grin vanished as he realised he wasn't gonna get laid.
"So does this mean no sex?."
"What?"
"Nevermind." Dean said quietly and grabbed his boxers. "I told ya' she cursed me!"
"Vos won bellum , tamen non pugna.
Audite mihi rudo , audite mihi crepundia.
Vos maybe rememdium , gratiae ut vestri alius.
Quis quondam eram vestri , est iam vestri frater." Sam recited.
"And that means what Yoda?"
"You won the war, but not the battle.
Hear me roar, hear me rattle.
You maybe cured, thanks to your other.
What once was yours, is now your brothers."
"Come again?"
"It means when you broke my curse, it was given it to you."
"Great! Just freakin' great! Don't they have curse rules where this bitch is from?"
"I guess not."
"Go and get dressed Sam."
"What?" Sam looked down. "Oh! Right. Sorry!" He rushed back into the bathroom and Dean sighed at the vision. "We are so gonna talk about his problem with me, when he gets out."
Dean was still sitting on the bed when he came out of the bathroom.
"Ok. No more bullshit Sam. Tell me what's going on!" Dean said in a serious tone. Sam looked at him and noted from his eyes, that he wasn't going to drop it this time. He gulped nervously.
"I'm scared of losing you."
"What?"
Sam took a deep breath.
"If I make love to you while you're a girl, I might not want you when you become a guy again. Or if I make love to you as a girl you might not want me when you become a guy again. Or we both might not want each other when you turn back into a guy. There I said it. That's what's wrong. That's why I can't make love to you."
Dean just sat there blinking for a while a this sunk in, then he frowned and slapped Sam around the head.
"Ow!"
"DUDE! You've been watching far too much Oprah!"
"Huh?"
"That's IT? That's the reason you won't put out? Jesus Sammy, I thought it was something serious!"
"This IS serious!"
"Dude, you need to stop thinking about this."
"But..."
"One. I'll still want you girl or guy. Two. You wanted me when I was a guy, that's not gonna change. Three. Fuck me already! Or i'll tie you to the back of the Impala and drag your sorry ass for miles!"
"You're not worried that our feelings for each other won't change?"
"NO SAM! What you want a ring or something? Cuz sweetheart I don't do rings!"
"Because of Cassie?"
"We doing this or what?" Dean said as he ignored the last comment.
"Ok."
"FINALLY!" Dean jumps up and does a happy dance.
"You're such a girl sometimes Dean." Sam sniggers.
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TBC...
