Mwee hee, chapter two! I honestly didn't think I'd make it this far, but thank you so much to all of you who reviewed and favorited and alerted!

Remember that Wincest? Yup, it's here- BIG TIME. Be prepared for EXPLICIT M/M incestuous sex, people- my favorite kind!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Except a ring that says "Jerk" and "Bitch" on it because that is how Sam and Dean say I love you and THE WRITERS ARE NOT TAKING THAT AWAY FROM ME! *sobs*

Also, a thanks to my super cool beta DreamingToThis, for being super cool and editing this for me! Everyone thank the super cool beta!

Come with me.

We took a back road.
We're gonna look at the stars.
We took a backroad in my car.
Down to the ocean,
it's only water and sand
And in the ocean we'll hold hands.

But I don't really like you, apologetically dressed in the best, but on a heartbeat glide.

Without an answer, the thunder speaks for the sky, and on the cold, wet dirt I cry.
And on the cold, wet dirt I cry.

Don't you wanna come with me? Don't you wanna feel my bones
on your bones?
It's only natural.

"Bones" by The Killers

CHAPTER TWO- A LITTLE LOVE IN THE DARK

Dean was currently having second thoughts about this whole thing.

Would Crowley keep his promise to leave them the fuck alone? Would other demons or even angels show up and put a wrench in their plans to stay off the radar? Would he would be able to keep Sam safe from everything- Including himself?

Because he could feel it. This black energy inside him- this dark thing inside him that wanted to rip, tear, and kill something, anything- It wanted blood. It wanted to destroy anything in its path to get it. It was always there, just below the surface, waiting for him to let his guard down and take control if he so much as slipped a millimeter on his grip on whatever was left of his humanity.

He had no idea how long he could keep this part of himself at bay, but he'd be damned if he let it hurt Sam.

So before that happened, he'd leave. Sam would be pissed and would no doubt look for him, but Dean knew if he didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be found. Especially if he was some kind of demonic mindless killer at that point. But for now, he felt as good as to be expected, all things considered. Maybe even better than expected, actually. He knew there was only one reason for that: Sam.

Dean knew he should leave, but he just couldn't make himself do it. He was just selfish that way, he supposed, always wanting to be around what was too good for him (Dad, Sam, Lisa, Ben).

And… he was stopping that train of thought right there.

Shit. Without even realizing it, he must've been pacing, his body instinctively moving as he entertained the thought of leaving Sam , because he sure as heck wasn't in the proper position he and Sam had agreed upon. His new demon mind worked slightly differently than when he'd been human; he found he could concentrate like never before and yet the passage of time ceased to mean much.

Dammit, Sam was so much better at this angsty, brooding thing. Turning around to head back to his assigned spot to wait for the werewolf, he decided he'd just go back to being the fun brother and Sam could be the moody one.

With his supernatural hearing, he had no trouble hearing a branch snap from the direction where Sam was supposed to be. Son of a bitch! That was probably the wolf. A few seconds later he heard a loud thump and Sam's grunts as, Dean assumed, he fought off the wolf. He broke into a run, and when he began hearing the wolf's snarls he pumped his legs as fast as they would go- which was pretty fast as it turns out, arriving behind the wolf in mere seconds.

Thankfully the wolf hadn't heard him, either because he was a lot more graceful as a demon or it was simply too busy trying to make a meal out of Sam's heart. Without hesitating Dean pulled out his gun loaded with silver bullets and aimed at the wolf's head; he couldn't aim for its heart with it on top of Sam. He fired and the wolf slumped over and fell off Sam. Dean fired one more shot directly into its heart and the job was done..

Sam still lay on the ground, panting slightly, his body lax with relief. Dean went to him and held out his hand to help Sam up. Sam sat up and took it, but instead of pulling himself up he gripped it tightly and stared into Dean's eyes with such intensity it almost made Dean uncomfortable. "You came," he said quietly, almost reverently.

"Uh… yeah. It's kind of my job to save your ass, Sammy."

Sam smiled. "I knew you would."

Dean had been fooling himself if he even for one second thought he could up and leave Sam.

XXX

"Hey, I think I found us a hunt."

"Really? Do tell." Dean had been on a food run and set the bags down in front of Sam on the little table in their motel room. Sam didn't look up from his laptop once.

"Yeah, in a small town in Minnesota four women found dead, strangled, in this past month alone."

"And what makes you think it's our kind of gig?" Dean began pulling the food out of the bags and before he even took a bite of his burger pushed Sam's requested salad towards him. Sam got so wrapped up in research and the hunt that he forgot to eat sometimes, especially with Dean no longer eating regular meals.

"Well, four people have been arrested, one for each murder, and it looks like the cops have a really good case against all of them… except they're all claiming their memory of the victims is fuzzy at best and, get this, a voice in their head made them do it and they had no control over their body."

Dean unpacked his own food and dug into his bacon cheeseburger with gusto. He technically didn't need to eat, but he insisted on doing it every now and then anyways. It made him feel normal… and as a bonus, he didn't need to worry about any impending heart attacks from his not-exactly-healthy-but-he-didn't-give-a-damn diet. "Is there anything connecting the victims?"

"Yeah: they were all in relationships with their supposed killers." Finished filling his brother in, Sam grabbed his salad and took a small bite.

Dean swallowed a particularly large bite of his burger and said "Sounds witchy to me… but are you sure its not just people?"

"I dunno Dean… I just have a feeling we should really check this one out, at least." He looked at Dean from across the table with his large dewy hazel eyes… Dean cursed his inability to say no to those eyes, and Sam in general.

"All right, all right. Just stop looking at me like that, jeez!"

Sam had the audacity to look innocent. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Sure you don't. But if this turns out to not be our kind of thing, you SO owe me."

If Sam had any idea of what would happen on this hunt, he might not have fought so hard for it.

If Dean had any idea of what would happen on this hunt, he might not have given in so easily.

Then again… maybe they wouldn't change a damn thing.

XXX

"Well, that was helpful," Dean muttered as they exited the prison where they'd interviewed the men and one woman arrested in the series of murders. They'd talked and talked but hadn't learned much of anything new.

Something was bothering Sam though… a thought in the back of his mind that wouldn't leave him alone since they'd talked to the suspects. Looking at the victims and comparing them with their suspected killers, it didn't quite fit.

Leslie was a heavyset woman whom everyone in town said never had a boyfriend to their knowledge until one day out of the blue she showed up with Tom, a man everyone whispered behind her back was too good for her, too handsome.

Kelsie was a cute young girl in her twenties… who was with a man more than twice her age. Her friends swore up and down that Kelsie had previously been into guys her own age before one day, out of the blue, she showed up with Alex.

Tammy was a beautiful successful businesswoman, and one day became attached at the hip to Mark… a married man. Her family couldn't believe she would do something like that.

Samantha was another girl in her twenties… in a relationship with Savannah, a girl from her school, though no one who knew her had any idea she swung that way.

They were all opposites. The kind that would normally have very limited contact with each other, let alone enter into a relationship. Not just that, but the suspects all said the same thing: prior to two or three months ago, depending on when they got together, they basically had no idea the person they were supposed to have killed existed. Leslie simply said "Hello," to Tom one morning in the office and he suddenly was smitten like never before, never mind that he already had a girlfriend. It was like he couldn't control it. Same for Alex. Same for Mark. Same for Savannah.

Sam tried to explain all of this to Dean, but he seemed doubtful. He'd just have to do more research later, or maybe in the morning. He was pretty tired for some reason…

Per Sam's request, they went back to their motel early.

When they arrived Dean noticed Sam went straight to his bed, barely bothering to take off his shoes before crawling on top and curling up into a ball. Dean knew that meant Sam was feeling utterly miserable. He strode over and put a palm on Sam's forehead then yanked it back immediately.

"Son of a bitch! You are burning up! Sam, why didn't you say anything earlier?" Sam merely groaned in response and proceeded to curl up into an even tighter ball. Tentatively, Dean put his palm back to Sam's forehead and braced himself for the heat. This time he held it there long enough to determine Sam was most definitely sweating, which was troublesome considering he was also shivering.

"Dean," Sam breathed, his voice sounding weak as he looked, "Something's wrong… not… not natural."

"What's not- oh, you mean your fever?"

Sam nodded. "Hex bag," he muttered.

"Right." Dean leapt up and started searching the room. If they suspected they were dealing with a witch she might be behind Sam's fever, which meant a hex bag… somewhere.

Ten Minutes Later…

"Dean, I-I need… What's happening to me?"

Dean frantically searched for the hex bag that must be hidden in the confines of the room… but where? He threw things, tore things, destroyed things, in his search for it. But no dice. "Sam I-I can't find it." He said, sounding every bit as defeated as he felt. "SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled as he kicked a chair across the room, breaking it into pieces.

"Make it stop. Please Dean, just make it stop!" Sam had somehow managed to curl himself into an even tighter ball than before, but now he was trembling even harder. He sounded like he was in so much pain that Dean felt it too; almost a real physical pain in his chest. Anything that hurt Sam hurt him too.

"Tell me what you need." Dean turned to Sam, who muffled another groan of pain. "Dammit, tell me what's wrong?" he grabbed Sam's arm and nearly dropped it out of shock. Sam's skin was so hot it almost hurt to touch. It was as if his whole body was burning with the fever.

Sam slowly turned to face him then and Dean got his first look at his little brother's… problem. The 'Fed' suit he'd been wearing to interview suspects didn't do much to hide his sizeable erection.

"Um, uh, oh. OH." Sam needed that kind of help. Dean didn't think he'd be much use there. But then Sam moaned again, sounding even weaker this time.

'Oh, it's obvious what he wants, so just do it.' A voice inside Dean's head whispered. He knew it was the demon inside him speaking.

'No.'

'But who knows what will happen to him if he doesn't get what he NEEDS. He might DIE.'

'He's my little brother.'

He doubted he'd be able to get it up, for that matter. And Sam obviously wasn't in his right mind, it'd practically be… Fuck, why was he even thinking about this at all? It wasn't even an option, right? But then again Dean almost felt like he needed this too. The witch's magic must not have worked on him because he was a demon, though now that he thought about it he recognized its pull. It was telling him to go to Sam…

He'd been looking for an opportunity for a, release of sorts from the tension building inside him for a while now… 'and here's Sam, ready and willing. Who cares what hole you pound into as long as it's nice and hot and tight-'

"Dean!" Sam's voice broke through Dean's internal struggle. He sounded more urgent and yet somehow weaker at the same time. He could see it, feel the way Sam's body was burning hotter by the minute. If he didn't do something Sam would most likely die soon. He'd always said he'd do anything for Sammy…

Now was the time to put that to the test.

"I got ya, Sammy. Don't worry." Sam's breathing seemed to slow down the tiniest bit, as if hearing Dean's voice reassured and calmed him.

With shaking hands Dean dug through his duffel until he found what he was looking for- a small bottle of lube leftover from a one night stand long ago. He didn't know much about gay sex, or ever wanted to know anything about gay sex for that matter, but he knew the very basics: you had to open up the bottom with your fingers, and the whole process went A LOT easier with lube.

Dean strode over to the bed and looked into Sam's eyes. Through the slightly glassy wide eyes he was able to find what he needed to give him the courage to commit this damning act: Sam was scared. And he needed his big brother to make it better.

"I'm going to take care of you, okay? I'm not going to hurt you. This will all be over soon," Dean whispered. Sam's eyes were locked onto Dean's, searching. He apparently found what he was looking for, as he took a deep shaky breath and nodded his approval.

And what did Dean see? A trust so all-encompassing that it was nearly blinding in its intensity. Love and adoration. Acceptance. Anything and everything Dean ever needed was right here, staring at him.

Without hesitation Dean climbed on the bed and hovered over Sam, immediately stripping him of every stitch of clothing. When the pants and boxers were on the floor Sam's face turned tomato red (it was actually a pretty color especially after Sam being so pale, but no there was no way Dean was analyzing that). Dean took pity on him and didn't look too closely- it's not like he wanted to see it anyway-… but Sam was generously endowed, no denying that. Dean was no slouch either, far from it, but there may be something to that height thing after all.

He slicked his fingers up with lube and proceeded to put a finger up his brother's ass. Sam gasped at the unexpected intrusion and strangely… it was kind of a turn on. After a minute of fingering he added another one, now using a scissoring motion. Sam's breath came in quick gasps, almost panting. Dean looked down at himself, specifically at the tent in his jeans. Okay, managing an erection clearly wasn't going to be an issue. He really didn't want to think about what that meant… so he added another finger. Sam made a face, but when he began moving them he gasped… and moaned. The sound went straight to Dean's cock and he didn't think he could wait any longer.

"Are you, uh, ready?" Dean asked, just to be sure. He was relieved when his little brother nodded. He withdrew his fingers. With his knee he nudged Sam's legs open until he was spread eagle, earning a blush from the taller man. He lined his cock up with Sam's hole and slowly began to enter a little at a time. But the second he entered Sam's body… it was like nothing he'd ever felt before; nothing could even compare. When he was all the way in he had to fight not to immediately start pounding into Sam straight away. He didn't want to hurt Sam so he waited. Sam opened his eyes a little and took a shaky breath and nodded his head slightly, he knew.

Dean began to move. Slow rolls of his hips at first, but quickly sped up his pace when he heard Sam's reaction. Sam gasped and writhed under Dean. His breath came in breathy little pants of "ah ah ah" and egged Dean on to move faster.

After a particularly deep thrust Sam moaned. It was so loud and sensual it brought to mind more than a few porn flicks Dean had seen; good ones. Dean rammed harder; Sam moaned louder.

Dean began to pound into Sam relentlessly, earning more delicious moans even louder than before as he chased his own release. A few more well-aimed thrusts and Sam was coming undone for him, practically screaming as he came.

"Dean, aaaah!"

And that was it. Dean followed Sam's orgasm with his own, calling out Sam's name. He rocked into Sam, riding out their orgasms and simply enjoying the way Sam looked, felt, and sounded beneath him for as long as possible. Panting lightly, plump mouth parted, slick sweaty skin that smelled like the two of them combined, hazel eyes blown so wide you could barely see the irises…If he'd still been a human, or a teenager, he probably would have come all over again just from watching Sam.

Shit, Dean felt exhausted. It must be a mental thing, because why would a demon get worn out from sex? Pretty awesome sex, yeah. If he was human he'd definitely be asleep already.

When his breathing started to slow back down to a normal pace, Dean came back to his senses enough to realize he was still inside Sam. He peeked at Sam to see if he'd noticed and… it looked like he was… asleep. Huh. He gently pulled out of his little brother and tried not to think about all the cum he'd left inside Sam's hole because he hadn't bothered to use a condom or how good, downright comfortable it felt inside him. It had felt like the home he'd never had.

Then the full weight of what he'd done slammed into him like he'd just crashed the Impala into a wall of bricks at a million miles an hour.

He'd just had sex. With his little brother. Oh god. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to stab himself in the heart all over again with the First Blade. He wanted to- No… he wanted to kill something. Perhaps in other circumstances it might have been himself… but there was a witch out there somewhere that would do just fine.

XXX

Sam woke up feeling surprisingly rested. That is, until he sat up in bed and stretched and felt a dull burn in his… ass? Huh? And then it all came back to him. Oh god. He'd had sex with his brother.

Oh god. Oh god. No no no no way. No way. No no no no no no no. It had to be some kind of dream- nightmare. Right? But the pain in his lower back and ass was definitely real and he felt as if he might have some bruises on his hips and… yup. He shifted on the bed. There was the evidence between his legs, though, uh. Less than he would have thought based on how it'd felt last night…

Bile rose in his throat as he bent and put his head between his knees. He took a breath, and another, another, not getting enough air, he was breathing too fast- where was Dean? Dean, Dean, oh god Dean wasn't there he left he left he left-

XXX

Dean hadn't intended on coming back.

There was no way he could stay with Sam now. Not after what he'd done. Done and liked. A lot more than he should. He'd violated his little brother in the worst way possible and yet- yet… it had felt so right in the moment, he had a hard time feeling sorry. Maybe it was just the demon talking. And god, what did that say about him? He must have less control over his inner demon than he thought.

But for the life of him he couldn't leave without seeing his little brother one more time. He'd tried. Oh, he'd tried. He'd started out driving in the opposite direction of their motel only to find himself making a (very illegal) U-turn without consciously thinking about it less than half a minute later.

He had no right to see Sam after what he'd done. He knew that. If Sam had any idea what he was planning to do, to see him, he'd be disgusted. Outraged. He wouldn't be surprised if Sam tried to kill him. Heck, he fucking deserved to have Sam rip him to shreds after the way he'd betrayed his trust last night. It would be a mercy.

Still… he'd counted on those last few days or weeks or however long he had until it was no longer safe to be with Sam. He'd banked on them. And now that they were gone, ripped away just like that… he was having a hard time letting go. So he had to see Sam. One last time. To say goodbye… or something else; he didn't know. He just had to.

Five minutes. That was all Dean would allow himself or he may never be able to find the strength to leave again, regardless of what Sam wanted.

All that flew out the window when he saw his little brother on the bed, panicking and calling out for him-

"Sam? Sammy? You gotta calm down, okay?" Dean rushed over to sit in front of Sam on the bed. When he didn't react Dean inched closer and put his hand on Sam's chest right over his heart. Just like he used to. "Breath with me. C'mon Sam, breathe with me. Just like this."

That seemed to break Sam out of whatever trance he'd been in. He looked up and finally seemed to see Dean. His eyes latched onto Dean's like he was a man lost at sea and they were a raft to take him to safety. It made Dean feel sick because Sam should NOT be reacting to him like that; where was the screaming, the yelling, the hatred?

After a few seconds Sam's features smoothed out as he began to breathe with Dean, never taking his eyes off him for even a second.

Ignoring the fact that he was still touching Sam and his body would not listen to him to let go, when Sam's breathing was close enough to normal Dean asked, "Are you okay? What happened?"

Sam shrugged. "Are you staying?" His tone made it sound like the most obvious question in the world even though to Dean it made no sense. But he whispered it, as if he almost didn't want to be heard, as if afraid to hear the answer.

Dean wanted to say "No." or "I'm sorry…" or maybe even the final "Goodbye." He wanted to ask "Does it matter?" or "Why do you care?" He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs "You know this can't work, not after what we did." And most of all "How can you stand to even look at me? Be near me? Aren't you fucking disgusted?"

He wanted to say all of them. He wanted to say none of them. Instead he said "I… uh, yeah. Yeah."

Sam's body nearly gave out with relief, it was that obvious to Dean. With his hand still on Sam's chest he could feel it happen and simply let Sam lean against him; Sam's giant head falling in the crook of Dean's shoulder. It somehow fit perfectly as if it were made for him. He was supporting nearly all of Sam's weight, but he didn't care. This would be the last time he'd allow himself to touch Sam like this so he was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

Dean buried his face in Sam's silky hair and let his scent wash over him, memorizing it with every fiber of his being.

XXX

Sam had no idea how long they'd stayed like that. It could have been minutes but it felt like hours. He only knew that it felt like the most comfortable thing he'd ever felt in his life.

After a while, Dean had suggested he take a shower, and he'd agreed. He smelt of sweat and sleep and… sex and lest he not forget every time he shifted, he felt a tiny bit of Dean's cum in his ass.

As he showered Sam wondered why he was suddenly being so clingy; it felt strange even to him. But Dean hadn't left; hadn't shown any disgust or hatred towards Sam because of what he'd made him do last night. Because it was Sam's fault; it was always his fault-

Dean was still here and that was all he needed.

They could deal with whatever came their way together, including the events of last night. But when Sam came out of the shower and Dean was sitting at the table in the kitchenette area of the room staring at the screen of Sam's laptop, Sam knew. He could tell by Dean's body language. Dean was shutting him out. It didn't take any words.

What Sam suspected was confirmed when without looking up Dean said two words- "Witches, man."

Sam recognized it for what it was: a dismissal.

And there ya have it. Dean's a bit of a bastard, and will continue to be so. Please let me know what you think! Leave a review and I will be your slave for eternity :)