"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!

Thanks to cosmogirl89, Magical Creature, skycandygirl, boondockgal, KateCyrus, MarieP & SamDean4ever!
I'd like to say THANK YOU once again to EVERYONE who has read, reviewed and supported this story!
I hope you love the next one too!

Ok this is the last chapter of this story, but don't fret, part one of the the third story will be up tomorrow!
Oh and the story of the Witch is kinda based on a true story. It fit mine perfectly, but I have changed the names for legal reasons. If you want to find that story, just search for 'Helen Jewett'. It's a doozy!
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Chapter 8

Sam sat up gasping in blind panic, waking his brother in the process.

"Sam? What is it? What's wrong?"

Sam wide eyed, turned to look at the voice and grabbed his brother for dear life. Dean pulled him close to him.

"Sammy. It's ok. You're safe now. Shhh. I'm here. I've got you." He soothed, he placed butterfly kisses on his younger brother's temple. Sam closed his eyes, enjoying the softness of Dean's lips.

His body hummed from their previous love making. He had always felt the safest, when wrapped in his brother's arms. It was something he had always had. Dean was always there, whenever he cried, whenever he had a scary nightmare. Dean would wrap his arms around him and hold him tight, keeping the darkness away. But who did that for Dean?

As Sam breathed Dean's scent in, he vowed that HE would be the one to hold Dean, to chase the darkness away, to wipe his tears, to always be there for him. Dean wouldn't be alone ever again.

His loving thoughts were invaded by his vision, making him shiver as a coldness ran through his veins.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"I saw the witch." Dean stiffened and held his breath, then released it with a whoosh.

"Shit! What's the curse this time?" Panic began to sneak into his skin.

"No curse. I saw how she died."

"And?"

"She was murdered. She was a prostitute and i'm guessing a client killed her."

"Ok. You get a name?"

"Jane Hewett."

"Good, now we can find her grave and finish this, once and for all."

"Dean."

"Yeah?"

"Your favourite friend is back." Dean frowned, then followed Sam's gaze. There between his legs was his precious dick.

"YES! YES! OH YES! Oh how I missed you baby! Daddy's gonna give you some sugar." Dean ran into the bathroom. Sam just laughed and shook his head.

Sam sat at the table, searching oh the internet for the young woman in his vision. He had the year, 1836, her name and the details of her murder. He had found her easier than he thought he would.

"Jane Hewett, was born a Dora Dayceon in Hallowell, Maine. 1813." Sam read out to Dean. "In 1836, the murder of New York City prostitute Jane Hewett and the trial of her lover captivated the nation. Heweett, her real name Dora Dayceon, was a bright literate girl who once worked for a respected family. She was disgraced when she lost her virginity outside of wedlock. She moved to New York City and became a prostitute. One of her clients, a Robin Richardson, received a letter from her saying she was pregnant. She said in it that she was going to reveal to all, that he was the father, he turned violent and angry. Then killed her."

"What happened to him?" Dean asked, he was lying on his side, on the bed, watching Sam.

"He was...Oh my god! He was let go!"

"What?" Dean sat up.

"He was acquitted of her murder, rumour has it, his family was friends with the Judge. They bought his freedom." Dean joined Sam at the table and peered over his shoulder at the screen.

"No wonder she's pissed and hates men! I would too."

"Yeah."

"So, does it say where she's buried?"

"What? Oh yeah. Hallowell Maine."

"Ok, let's go."
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To Be Concluded...
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Part one of the third in the Trilogy "Maleficus" will be up tomorrow!